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

*OR HUMAN LIASON (EXTRACTING A RICHER EXPERIENCE OUT OF LOSSES & LESSONS)

 

today
the crows 

are in an advanced stone age

& working 

in tandem 

with repopulated wolves

take it ALL

take it OVER

Its  Fine  With  Me

i can learn to be a crow or wolf

if the crows & wolves agree*

photo - TV Static #18 from the Dagenham Archives

LOVE OVERFLOWS IN ANIMAL EXPIRATION

dont need

to scratch 

too deep

for the black revelation to bleed

varnish tarnished

by the tick tock thunder

&

dark angst in the diesel cortina

photo - Coffee Van #2 from the Dagenham Archive

HUNGRY HUNCHED & ANGRY

 

i napped hungry
hunched & angry

furious with noise

&

i 

slid like grease

into

the
acid horror
of 

the
hypnagog zone

under fifteen blankets

the fan on full

photo - Cat Part from the Dagenham Archive