TROPE LIFE NUMBER 8

living

in

an

easy listening muzak elevator pause

like in films

i take a breath / we all take a breath

vertical détente / still we lock & load

but   

      no   

           floor   

                   is   

                        mine

photo - Last Cars Out Of Dodge from the Dagenham Archive

2UP READY OR NOT

the child grows old

meadow magic gone

the old stick stubborn then fold

single use flowers come


~

you ceremony burn them

to an inoffensive mp3

was all glimmer then

your roof is dust for me

photo - Roofs / Rooves from the Dagenham Archive

THE BORN INDEMNITY

theres no fire in the lead
& no dance in the pencil

the music must be wrong

& the meds must be faulty

but its just another day

shoulder 

to 

the 

blackbriar treadstone

look what they make you give . . . 

you get the headaches too ?

photo - Headache in Motion from the Dagenham Archive

IN THE GRILL OF A RUSTY CAMPER / SOLID LAST WORDS

it was almost a deathbed confession

i had always wanted to hear one

& he had always wanted to give one

but there was no bed

its was blacktop
going red

& the confession
was all shock & nonsense

he laughed when i told him

laughed blood & bubbles

~

can you smell that ? 

he asked me
its my sadness burning

i gave him a nod

i gave him a smile

his yamaha was on fire

in the grill of a rusty camper

it was that we could smell

& my singed-to-nothing arm hair

~

solid last words achieved !

i said

high five ?

we did a low one 

sirens licking the firmament  

photo - Camper from the Dagenham Archive

NEVER A SKY PILOT OR PASSENGER BE

 

 

verdict 

is

earth

is

Officially  Longterm  Unliveable

~

i wont make it onto the sky lists

& even if i will be cool cremains

when the last trees fall unheard

it still makes me sad today

photo - Cement Belt from the Dagenham Archive