Thursday, 30 April 2026

LEAVES OF SPAM





wet meat plants
that grow in the dark

with the moon shining
on our leaves of spam

well what with 
the sun & the people
being the way they are & all

we count our lucky stars
when the clouds blown gossamer thin

~

& no one knows
what happens
every
 
half-arsed 
cranberry night

when all our eyes are shut like clams

but it never stops 
the mornings embrasure gaping


Wednesday, 29 April 2026

PUNCTUAL SUMMER




summer is on time
& unusual because of it
in the heat 
is a hiatus of things
all the muggers 
lie down with the lambs
crane flies come inside
tired of the wild grasses
we have ice cream
nothing is urgent
everything 
is 
simple & still & poised & placed
as a sofa facing
a quiet tv thats on
 








Monday, 27 April 2026

MORNING GOES





distractions
are
a
bad mirror
on 
the 
prowl from 7 AM

a reciprocal breakfast
with your exhaust port out








Friday, 24 April 2026

ON WONDERING WHERE THE GOALPOSTS EVEN ARE




it is 
hard to
carry on
with this writing game
when i could fall 
face down 
all over the floor instead
& cling to the edges of the rug
swamped by 
the useless raving
of all the trying things
& the iron & blue & dusty jewel
that is our constant moon 
is gradually backing away
& i cant blame them

~

& on the tightrope
over the panic net 
i am trying not to happen at all
& trying to be like bracken or moss
like deadfall or a railway sleeper

but i do get up again
for my meatsock needs
 
& i see a bird in the garden
all the colours of oil

& i get on with it again
with writing this down








Thursday, 23 April 2026

KEEP ON KEEPING ON WITH ALL THE KEEPING ON

 



cradled 
by milk & 
by bricks 
by habit

a streak of
arch nemesis
hanging on 
the back of the door

skin turning
all the 
colours of
a rose

& a frayed string 
hanging
from the
plastic boats prow