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

& CORACLES & COCA COLA CAPS & CRAB & KRAKEN & COD

up in the nature 

of the landfill reserve

the thames only seems 

a lofted fingertip away

& i think about
how the water is 

touching ALL the beaches 

crumbling cliffs & seas*

i stand in landlubbed awe

& sane in my fear 

as i feel 

the unbelievable mass of water 

  WATER 

pull me like a moon

* see title

3 x SIDE ORDERS

GARDEN

the trees grow
where they grow

a spades there



WOBBLEDAGGER

cry hubris 

HUBRIS

& release

the robot dogs of war

VONNEGUT

in the interview

in my head

i am saying

my favourite vonnegut

is the last one i read

or bluebeard

THANKS A LOT

i manically talk to
a news station host

about the wildwest bots
ramjamming our theoretical freedom
& lack of investigation
into the ditto same
& then / why not
about call-in shows themselves

but its all in my head tho
& its feels like three hours passed

& i am missing the essential rest

my post-lunch nap is meant for

thank mad cannabis
thanks a lot

'ITS 2026 PEOPLE...'

announcing the year
as a reason 

sanity should prevail

is kinda like

declaring dinner time

to the fridge

or telling 

the dog

its may