BAD NEWS ANTIDOTE - SMALL TOWN FLUFF #5

as antidote to the bad news
& for those out there
in persecutions arbitrary claw
who cannot sit & rest & think
in bombless peace
i present more small town fluff

~

& the sky last night
was silver & pink & orange
& a dark & deep & dirty blue
& yes i took bad photos thanks

& an amazon van & myself
leapfrogged each other down the hill 

with goodbye horses on the van stereo

also - vals house 

over the road 

is guarded by crows

so we wonder if shes a vampire slayer

& under their protection

DR DIMLO & THE IDENTITY THIEVES

doctor johnny-come-lately

doctor dimlo

doctor just-read-a-new-paper

tells me 

ME !  ha !

to beware of the ID thieves

that clamber in the kitchen window

when you been sick for so long

& serve you 

your own self

for snacks & supper & seconds

ME who identifies
as a meat throw 

or bungalow masonry

depending on the flavour of the dawn

& the heat of the monstering night

& this isnt a poem

nope

its a blood clot

DINNER PARTY, A SHORT STORY

 

you invited 

ALL 

the Torrances ?!

FINISH US ALL / ICE CREAM VAN

lazy 

kneejerk 

generalisations
&

all

the

types of ignorance 

& 

awol

context

in the nuance drain

will be the death of us all

~

if the street sadness

of the sinister tune

from the icecream vans

old jangly chime box

driving round our way

doesnt finish me first

i mean have you heard those things ?

THE POT-HOLED AVENUE TO EVERYWHERE

clutching the cornershop change

for an orange panda-pop

in my flopsweat palm

(couldnt trust my pockets

 cos its proper coins

 & thats adult stuff)

i was in shorts
red superman ringer t 

& eight or thereabouts
on a street corner

that i now remember

being football pitch big

& i felt then

inside my tiny bones

& unformed strugglepup mind

how absolutely madly immense 

our hulking world must be