ABSOLUTE CAGE

i
am
surprised
we

all
dont
wake
up
screaming

at the absolute cage of it

SPIRAL OF TAPAS

in the maelstrom
of the earths

to & fro crapshoot of death & nonsense

             & chocolate box hillsides

& the gulf
of shrinking heroes

rock n roll has left

i buffer myself
with thoughts
of strong cheese

in the regular bliss we made

behind migraine walls

FRET-JAG DUH

fret-jagging about endtimes

& everything to forever lose

i purposefully patronise waterstones

between a glut of used electronics

& the muted hues of west ham merch

empty of customers

 duh

i inhale the paper air

the unbent luxury gloss of spines

well this might not be 

a bad place 

to hole up

when the sewage 

hits the turbine

& all the hills shed their trees

MORNING SONG

again i check
the morning news
for tactical nukes 
& planet fall
or for triffids

& celestial intervention

& not finding anything

new there since midnight

i take my pills
& drink my coffee
sat at the easel

& start to try 

to make the canvas

& the summer clouds

i had painted there 

look less bloody awful

while theres still air

& a sun to see

HOT WASHED MADRAS & A CAFE HAY(NA)KU

we are joule sacs

dissembling soft scaffolds

& the wires 

& the pipes

in the sunsets rerun

& the perjury of night

~

i 

order coffee

& browse sandwiches

in 

a delicious 

soup of accents