BECAUSE OF SCHOOL

monday morning
is
ALWAYS
monday morning 

always 
holding
the same worries
function creep of defeat
and
splintered yoke of slog

and
friday afternoon
has
its
scheduled bubble of childish comfort
its cheeky joy 
like 
fruity 
perfume
that
disguises
the 
scent of manipulated tease

please
notice
the
hot spur of determination 
the
stiletto stab of discipline 
digging 
deep
in your soft weekend flank

waking
your sleepwalk

to
more . . .

from lovethispic.com

THOUGHT STUKAS !

i want i want i want
all
my
wants curtailed

or 
simplified

and 
achieved . . ? 

my hunger is western bred
alive for its own sake
so
i
go
practice plastic meditation
out
in
natures calm disorder

i note my thoughts
i breath deep under my ribs
but
my thoughts
tho noted
refuse to be as clouds 

they turn and like Stukas
they
dive
bomb
my 
eyes 

again and again

from pcaviater.com

XMAS REHAB 4

a man in a book said
have a ritual
blow smoke on it
and
make it yours

or something similar

it was set in some apocalypse

grim times

i have an xmas ritual
i cook a ham
i boil it in cherry coke
and
onions
and
apple

and other things

i cool it
i glaze it
with
sugar and chilli flakes and maple syrup

and other things

until
it
is
shining like a clear summer night of stars

until
it
has
the
lustre
of silk and magic and twinkling ice

i slice it still warm

flesh melts under german steel


i 
blow
smoke
on 
it 

and make it mine

from bgfons.com

XMAS REHAB 3

the advent calendar 
is full of doors 

theres 
small plastic bricks
behind
them

you can build guns 
or spaceships
or 
whatever 
you 
like

only 
one
of
them
has
been
xmassy so far

good

from toysnbricks.com

XMAS REHAB

1.

get a tree

my second tree

i
watch the guy
put
it
in 
the netting machine

thats satisfying 

i get one with roots
in a plastic pot of damp earth
so
i
can
plant
it
outside

after
everything



2.

i shopped online

couriers come in vans

brown UPS outifts

red polo shirts

i know them from years
of
taking in deliveries
in
the
hospital

GOT A DAY OFF ? they say every time

DUDE i say every time I BEEN OFF SICK SINCE AUGUST !  
YOU DIDNT NOTICE ?

and
i
take
my
packages
inside

                                                        from the christmastreefarm.com.au

BIG STUPID

between
the
crap-shoot of soft health 
and 
feet-up backroom tardiness
the 
hot lust for nothing 
but

Big Peace and salty carbs

is

derailed like a movie train

by

anxiety news of money and murder

and

the

military drums bang-banging

a

white noise whine-hum anthem

of 

World and War and Waste

and 

avoidable mental disaster - its the Big Stupid 

getting

in 

the 

way

of

simple ideas that pass for easy dreams

like

road block uniforms on imagined borders

that

keep

our

debated souls burning

between

the

missed somethings and avoided anythings

of

essential school-broken futility 

in 

the 

drunk stumble steps

that

pose

as

time - the unstoppable journey

to

unscared 

death 

 from healthhabits.ca

POP BLURT

i'm a fucked egg
    all
    grown-out

in an ordinary sitting room
    sorry
    and
    sick

and a self-help book 
    away
    from
    holy 

from bitterbananas.com

EMPTY ROOM

 
when everyone is gone from the room
and
all
the murmurs are behind the walls
its
like
i'm hearing the multiverses leaking thru
and
all
the
shadows
fall
strangely
on my unfamiliar things

these moments are between the clock ticks
and
i
know  if i look down 
there 
will 
be
a nervous child 
climbing 
my 
leg
completely unable to explain 

 from raszl.com

FUCKTOWN MONKEYS

  

in
shrunk cap-sleeves
picked
for
swollen gym guns
and
long shorts 
showing tattoo shapes 
painted
on
powder-bulked calves
fucktown monkeys
banter over-loud 
dull bravado
ALRIGHT LUV to the barmaid 
but
they
never
meet her blonde
bambi-mother 
eyes
while
the missus 
sits
silent and lost 
and
disinterested
and
sitting with 
legs wide
their 
balls clearly humungous
they
bounce a kicker boot 
up down up down
and
jangle car keys
and
clutch a phone
and
look their missus
up down up down
who's
sitting silent
and lost
and
disinterested
then
their
mobile bleeps 
a 
download ringtone
and
piss-hole 
piggy eyes
focus middle distance
as
self-importance 
lifts their
babystubble chin
and 
its all YER MATE, OUT IN PUB INNIT
and
after the call
they're silent
and lost
and
disinterested
and
stare out the window
at a blonde 
across the street
under
the Costa sign
with
Esso garage 
petrol prices
and shes silent 
and lost
and
disinterested
her dead gaze 
on
her 
pierced nails

from banananails .blogspot

SOFT BARS

i lay down on the afternoon sun 

on the quilt, i mean
on a sun touched quilt

  giving up
  giving in
  COMPELLED to nap
  like
  invisible concrete

  or something
 
i drift and sink into a sudden fug

  a silent funk
  a still frenzy
  of
  total flop
   
i am guilty and caught and prescribed
i was fighting and lost and now 
  
  PRISONER !

behind 
the 
soft bars
of
new
medication 

from rapiddetoxnaltrexone.com

TOMORROW

my to-do lists
i
scribbled yesterday
have 
lost
urgency 
today

like i wrote them
in a
darkened mirror world
and
sunrise
has
made
them
thin 

i write a shorter one
with a saner mind
and
write
TOMORROW MAYBE
at
the 
top

from myenglishclass.blogspot

BIG SKY

up
there
robots play in the sand
and
old light sends postcards
and
gas giants battle hungry suns 
without
witness or rolling news
like
killer whales
out
in
the
ocean

from crafthubs.com

OUT OF MY DEPTH

i am out of my depth
earth is h u g e

i lay down on the lawn 
i lay down on the world

put my back to it
not being rude - for security

my arms out 
my palms down - holding on

dust clinging to a ball bearing
in 
a 
greasy machine tool  

from dreamstime.com

'THE MOON IS THE COLOUR OF A CARPET STAIN' (TOM WAITS)

and
i watch silver clouds
run in the wind
showing
the moon stain
and
hiding
it
again 

from blog.thomaslaupstad.com

COLD WAR KID

text HAT to 70099 
says the ad
donate 3 quid
so
a
cold war kid
can have a hat

the government will match it pound for pound

i like the idea of texting HAT
and
a
cold war kid
getting a hat

the kids in the ad look cold

so i text HAT 

and 
now 
UNICEF
call
me
every morning while im still sick
and
mending
myself
with
coffees

SICK FLY 11 WM WANTLING

 

 

THAT CORNER

theres a fucktown corner
by the war memorial 
where the cub scouts march on special sundays
and 
a
pub with the ivy up the front
that looks
all
charming
but
is
full
of plasma widescreens
and 
oven chips

there 
used to be a knocking shop on that corner
above 
the face painting place 
that 
also sells fireworks
when theyre in season
and
it
says sports physio 
on the window now

a lorry driver at work 
told me
he'd won some money on the lotto
and
spent
it
all
up
there
and
in
strip clubs Romford way

i cant go past it now
without looking up and wondering
about
that 
normal
underworld

and the lorry drivers huge blokey grin 

 from findthepostcode.com

CAFE LADS

11 AM bloke-lads 
in sportswear builder chic 
their
heads side-shaved by powercut barbers
in
a
halfcrust
of mutilated
bread
come 
in
the 
door 
like schools out for summer
marching legs apart
as if 
ponies are hitched outside
the
small
Fucktown cafe 

they
imagine
everyone
is
impressed

QUIT ODE

when i quit
the nights were nothing
and it was quiet
and
sounded
like 
the 
world had died

the silence filled everything
and
i sat in it
like
a bath chair

after eternity
the nothing and the silence 
became 
a something and a murmur

barely there

like
growing
eucalyptus
leaves

from galleryhip.com

NOTHING DAY NOON

the day is a nothing
no SOH
a smoker who doesnt like walks in the park

theres wind
like stale coffee breath
the sky is the colour of a 3 AM ashtray

its noon
a noon thats nothing 
nothing o clock

the cafe is dry
mismatched couples eat fat meat on square plates 
like the cafe thinks its something

MOR FM 
a meth dead diva warbles crowd pleasing seasonal cheese
thick and heavy

no insight in the thick mud
the day is a burnt crust
dull and blunt

naked grubs underneath

from extension.entm.purdue.edu

GOODBYE SUMMER

like an old woman 
with 
a thick mask of make-up
the 
indian summer smelt rotten
and
turned overnight
into garish reds
and 
damp decay

the night rain blows sideways
under street light halos
like
a cigar butt thrown 
from 
a 
wound down car window

something is over
like a movie is over
a dull disposable imprint
that
never
tries
to
say goodbye
ever

i turn up my trench coat collar
and
step out of the shelter of the cafe awning
as slow as tho i'm leading
a
funeral procession
of 
shiny slick 
black cars

from dpshots.com

CINEMA LIFE

silhouettes sit dry and processed
  like 
  condiments
in 
the 
    womb-dark 
    Screen 4

shapes 
  of simple 
  single intention
shapes 
  held 
  in an 
  alien hug
  wrapped 
  in a 
  sorcerers coat

back-of-the-head 
cash witnesses 
    all 
  hungry 
    for 
    a 
  dream 

    all reduced unpeople of only eyes

shapes 
  like
  seated ciphers 
  teased controlled
    and 
  cheaply liberated
willfully forgetting personal crisis
    till after 
  the neat resolution
    till after
  the rolling graffiti of faceless names
    
    and
    then
    their cold eviction
    out
    into
the cracked neon 
the rioting desolation
of
the
night drawn city - actors too they wander / wonder
      between 
      challenging
      roles
pulling their lines from ether 
  habit
    expectation
      and
      the
thick mud of hearts - blurting  improv 
on the 
raw boards of street
genuine in ignorance
  of
  their
  inglorious
  unwritten
  ends

from samuel-windsor.co.uk

THE PEADO ISLES

who ?
no !
him on the tv all the time ?
but
didnt
he
have
a
knighthood or something ?
how many ?

f u c k i n g  h e l l  . . .

but
he'd
have
all
those kids on his show ?
and
that
charity stuff - a cover ?
he lived where ?
his
own
room
in
a
hospital ?  and in a prison ?

h o l y   m o n k e y  . . .

how long it been going on for ?
and
no
one
said anything ?
oh they did
but no one listened ?

s h i t  . . .

i used to watch him on tv all the time
who else ?
no !
but i used to watch him all the time too
my whole childhood
spent
watching
peados
on 
the
tv !
and the police ?  the BBC ?
perks
of
celebrity you say ?
and MPS ? 
in
a
murder
brothel ?

s h i t  . . .

no one say anything ?
they did ?
missing files ?
oh
of
course

dont tell me anymore -
maybe should get out of here
run
away
to
nice quiet Jersey . . .

hang on - what happened in Jersey ?
for how long?

f 
u 
c 
k 
!

 

 from neogaf.com

HATCHBACK HEADLINES

hatchbacks 
burn in masked riot backdrop
tear gas
barricades new war on high streets
old globe 
in heavy shop sickness seeks cure
pixel
light of future faction arrives
headlamp
signals seen in high tide beach mist 
priests
claim Evian rain miracle
second 
gear wheels revolt against cash slick
honey
trap struggle of workers ennui
doctor
spots pilot lights in coma eyes
babies
wail heard inside earth hurricane
haunted
bugler hollers in dishrag dawn
youths light
rubber tires and hydraulic oil
bonfire
of electric numbers sold out
ebay
offers life beacon for peasants 
judge rules
deep sleep ending alarm clocks rude
billboards
pocked with new graffiti sores 
public
to pack overnight toothbrush bags
to 
end 
at 
last
bomb babies hungry on the death tv 

from theneedlessofwar.blogspot