CARVERY DESSERT VOL1

& grandpas line in

The Hunt

where he says he 

'couldnt believe in fairies
until he was
140 / 150
years old'

well it rings 

with an importance
to me today 

& then some


~

& its up there with

'hitler painted roses'

&

'its a test to provoke 

an emotional response'

in my thinking backpack
thats lightened now
on my 

trekless & feckless

strange & sedentary trails

DELIRIUM TAPAS VOL4

 the un-nothing lands   
 of oblivion & sleep 
 will not accept     
 my nightly surrender 

 password reset claims 
 user profile not found 

 but i remember being there - 

 i danced with lego prisoners 

 on the cardboard isle there  
 in  
 the 
 sea of plastic whey 


 ~ 


 & jigsaw stacks 
 of lonely bods  
 peter unknowing out      
 the lords dark back hole 

 they clutter up     

 my waking wire frame - 

 i must write & ask iggy 

 to talk to        

 his sister midnight 

 on my urgent behalf 

DELIRIUM TAPAS VOL3

i called hello to you all
on the back path jailway

in new dawns rude abundance
&
in tired dusks delirium parade

i wonder
are you dead now ?

no longer cherished
in the phone box glow


~


love drops cargo
from
tumultuous heights

&
we fell
fell out
out the dreaming trees
& jogged amok

nature wonder
attenborough stoked
inside the moving glass

dereliction rioting out the window

DELIRIUM TAPAS VOL2

 fascists get in thru libertys abscess   
 those infection corridors               
 those abandoned offices                 

 of swing & spin & ghosts                

 function creep crawls                   
 on the real germs dismay                

 wet market fructose                     
 in everyones plastic trough             


 ~ 


 lost in the american stories   
 my fable edges                 
 burred & blurred               
 on the skerry pier             

 jutting atlantic wise          

 out across over there            

DELIRIUM TAPAS VOL1

 

  penny haven juices   
  a gin mill town ago  

  rainbow oil in the gutter       
  aglow with machine flame flume  


  ~  

  the blunt windows square peg  

  thats the interweb            

  & its full of round holes     

  pun intended