ON NIGHTWATCH

 

& so bored

so criminally bored

overmedicated & undershone

& wondering if 

we do enough

for the dead

KITCHEN SONG Nos 3 & 4

KITCHEN SONG No 3

i pause in the kitchen
like we all pause in the kitchen
like thats what a kitchen is for

to stand between time

buffering

with the cups & the cooker
& the cats red toadstool bowl



KITCHEN SONG No 4

sunglasses & a sweet potato
on the kitchen table

look like 

a displaced memorial 

to me

THIS IS NOT A POEM

i have had a scene looping 

in my mind for a year

words are not the appropriate 

medium for its expression

what did seem appropriate tho

was to start drawing it 

with my eyes shut 

this facilitated its channelling

if youll excuse such terms 

after opening my eyes 

i inked in the bits that worked

& coloured it in pencil 

i think its finished

it probably is finished

title tbd

  

NEW GHOSTS

too much 

kool aid about

&

too many 

different coloured pills

in

this 

godmaxxing griftosphere

to me it all looks like

2 AM kebabs for the mind

im going to stick 

with coffee & codeine

& sicknote zen 

i need that & more

much much more

if im to cope with

the new ghosts

fools done made

to run the everyday machines

3 x GARDEN SNACKLINGS

the fire pit 

is brimming with 

summer trimmings & 

honey & rust

& bramble thorns

~

i see the sky
in the samsung black

& a bird on a tv wire

~

like it always does

the grass has recovered

fat & chartreuse 
rangy & butterscotch

& the robin singing