Monday, 16 February 2026

THE HEADY SMELL OF GLOSSY PLASTIC




was a flash of 
the essence of something
lasting as long as a spark would

ESP cologne  
barely nebulous  
in the living room air

& it was located
at my best guess
just east of the sofa

where the rug delineates
the international waters
of coffee table island

~

it delivered 
like scheduled mail

the heady smell of glossy plastic
of an action figures inky black legs 

& the sliver of sunlight 
silver white 
on a saturday morning staircase

& the momentary lightness 
of the absence of tension
like only a new toy could mask







Friday, 13 February 2026

NONE WILL BOTHER THE ACADEMY




if you ask me
whats the last good film 
i seen

well

some of these movies i watch
make me wonder
what am i doing with my life

the drug dealer from outer space
here for our endorphins
&
the priest thats a dinosaur
fighting the triads
&
the pentagon weaponising sharks now
& on the land too

but if cant write some pith
or paint my shapes & smears

this
is
where
i
land







Thursday, 12 February 2026

ALL THE PRESSING OF THE KEYS




its tough sometimes
to not get whimsical here

a rouse of wings 
dreaming in the midnight blossom

dont mean to - 
should be all rocks
like gabbro or basalt
or 
the slow inevitable finality
of a precise concrete pour

lines you can park a digger on
once theyve settled

& also i leave in a typo or two
stockade edifices to humdrum impurity

& cos of all the effort
i cant be bothered with
with all the pressing 
of the keys








Wednesday, 11 February 2026

NO LONGER A WINTER BOY





long winter 
of 
morning baths &

early lunches 
the cat sleeping  

just where i want to 
stretch out next 


a derelict bridge halfway 
over give or take

wooden handrail cratered 
by cigarettes &

the black water is 
moving but only just 

~ 

i am suit tense but 
pyjama wasted 

waiting on the blossom & 
breeze to make the air 

air again as i am no 
longer a winter boy









Tuesday, 10 February 2026

TUMBERLINA PETAL




optimism
is
like
a tumberlina petal
on a dead dogs paw

but still counts
has to still count

night clots in 
the dark months

blood trail rust dry
in the mountain pass