Tuesday, 27 October 2020

SIGNIFICANT TIME IN HISTORY, A DISINTERGRATING SKETCH POP OF DIMINISHING RETURNS




living thru a very
significant time in history

curfew cluster-fuckery
AIs join the military

one rule for all
consistent message
youll be lucky . . .

in these poundland lockdown
zig zag days


~


generation defined
paradigm shift
ingrowing toenail
& all the rest

& the red berry bush
is culled
but unkillable
outside our quiet windows


~


  take the train
 take the bus
   no carping 
    no fuss

 ( unless grandmas on there
   & only before 9 or after )


~


  hands
     face
 mace
  knees & toads
     knees 
      & toads

     two worlds
   two faces
     one track
 two traces
   & implode
        yes 
      implode


~


  moon shot
    pot shot
 fancy a suicide dram
      from 
    the 
       silver spoon ?

  blitz spirit
   innit !
      innit ?

    blitzed spirit
 more like

&

any sympathy for the arseholes
      of celebrity LA . . ?









from spectrum.ieee




Monday, 26 October 2020

FINISHED




  like
raw clay
roughly
shaped

like demos
     the lipstick killers
           &
     another green world

like preparation sketches
    &
   my instagram scribbles

of
all
the styles & disciplines
what like the most
its that
which is 
not entirely







from amazon.co.uk





Friday, 23 October 2020

DIAGRAM OF THE LANE 1




sunday
after dinner
we would walk up the lane

farmhouse 
mad house 
boarded-up house

the horse on the gas land meadow

pigs to look at
& we wedged our toes 
in the stone walls crumble


~


abandoned
chalk pit 
rail tunnels 
a castle gone
 
wars iron 
leftovers-
in a 
bramble tangle 
they rust in peace


~


grandad 
collected 
footy pools

a win for him
would have meant
legoland for me









from pinterest.co.uk



Thursday, 22 October 2020

GRAFFITI IN MY UNDERPASS, MEMORIES REVENGE




friend fucker phantom foe
boasting snarking larking
in encouraging rage

i miss you all
&
still hear you all

you graffiti'd my underpass a rainbow


~


  you
itch my bantam elbow
in the cough syrup night
  
  you
tickle my sick moonscape
all the brick wall day


~


  well-
its memories talking
taking cold revenge
 
old neurons dancing again
in the activity gulf 

tired boundaries gone to mist
in the function creep
of a locked groove 
hypnagogic blur 

he said-
things are getting formless

& they are






from huffingtonpost.co.uk 
a dali-style dreamscape of tired, rundown bodies 
created by the st. louis post-dispatch's tom borgman in 2004





Wednesday, 21 October 2020

BRITA FILTER PANTS



the skyscape
is
thug
boot bruises

a mirror ball moon
makes up the stars

my oasis is long dry
is a gulch of IOUs . . .

no - of UOI


~


i plug my holes with them
to slow the
soft dyke leak

change out the 
brita filter 
saddle stitched 
in the gusset
of my custom 
crazy horse 
under pants






from thestonetrust.org

image by Nick Aitken, DSWA-GB Master Craftsmen and Certified Instructor.