FOR MY PEOPLE

read an article in a broadsheet
about the increase of poetry sales
off the back of the odyssey

& the rise of . . . instapoets !?

& briefly piqued i read on 

but i recognised no names there

from right here

& on behalf of my people
i got in a right mood
& i stopped flushing the toilet

until medical intervention
& semantic investigation
arrived me home

HYPNAGOG MUSICS 1 & 2

1

the glass people
in the telephone hole
are timely saluting

an iridescent magpie
in the maudlin mist
of hospital hill


2

the tactile ache
of times balustrade
hurts like whimsy

well
beauty is an augmented riot
&

age a manicured dish rag

HOLIDAY HA(NU)KUS

 

cereal

suitcase zips

new blue jumper

~

rivulets

tupperware elevenses

before the crowds

LONDON VICTORIA BUS STATION BURGER KING

one bite

binned it

jesus christ

BETWEEN HEAT WAVES

 

the air is empty
the nurse is waiting
the reservoir is low

~

barclays now denuded
is optimistically subdivided
& plywoods nailed
up lloyds green face

nail salon arrives

where ejuice died

& whitewash windows

blur a newspaper floor

~

the breeze is dry

the nurse is ready

the farmland is straw