PLASTIC BUDDHIST

even
when
lost
with
exhaustion - my reason drained 
             out 
             of
             my 
             pores
  my
  mind
  stays
  on 
  Batshit Overdrive . . .

my blinks visions of sci fi impossibility  

my dreams rural videogame lunacy

i
should spend more time
in
my 
belly -

it
is
the
centre
of
me

  after all

 

from south korea travelphotography.net

THE LONG ROAD TO EUSTON

i
was
flung 
undone
into a piss-alley valley 
of 
steel and glass
and
small dark parks
and
i smelt the danger
plainer and stronger
than the oil stink
of
the
chip shop wind
blowing on meat wagons
and
danger-stranger cabs
and
the 
bottle shops teemed with tension 
box fresh trainers
take-away boys
and
steamed henchman
and
i only wanted scotch
in 
a
late night pre fight high street
reaching
chuck-out o clock
at
the 
graffiti stops
of
worn red stools
and
tall cocktail fools 
and 
old ale drinkers swore at their angry dogs
and
i
was
drunk but thirsty
holding tight ready money
hot
flushed
and
sweaty
flung
undone
in
a
bottle shop almost closing
on
the long road to Euston

from timeout

NATURES FOOLS 4

i let the lawn creep up the old furniture
in
a lazy experiment
till
company
comes
with tins and bottles
and 
starts whining
as
the
bugs
eat our office white legs

its for biodiversity i say
and
we
drink into the night
rubbing
deet
everywhere
and
counting stars and blinking satelites
till
we've
scratched

our

ankles

raw

from academy.com

NATURE FOOLS 3

outdoors gentle mess of green 
is
tangled into soft knots 
for
our
sunday strolls poetry and painting
but
doesnt 
care 
that we're locked in and logged on
watching
shows
where
nobodies exibit their faults with awful pride
and
doesnt
care
about the lines we drew in the cheap cement with triple glazing
or
about
our squeals when theyre crossed 
by
spring sleet on summer sleeves 
dashing 
from the Subaru to the salon
or
by
the
function creep
of
outdoors gentle mess of green 

from earthporm.com

NATURE FOOLS 2

we
dodge the coughs of the Great Outdoors
hiding 
our 
heads in hoods
from 
the
pretty rain 
falling 
in 
harmless 
ballet
until
our sound affects
are
  out
    of
      sync
  
  like 
a B movie beast
  plastic
  and
  heartless 

 

from badmovies.org

BACK PORCH PHILOSOPHY

at the back porch

creaking
dripping

its a grey dawn
like the night holds a grudge
and
birds sing seamlessly
and
the
evergreens
shine
dull
with night rain

i have cigarette and a think -

i've got this far
yes
i've got this far 
deep 
into the fart of darkness

or -

i'm sick 
therefore
i am

and i think that'll do for now
as
my
bowels
are
begining to quake
and
they always have words 
more profound and relevant
than
i

NATURE FOOL 1

we'd rather
sit
on
our
parquet
and
deep pile
under insulated roofs
with
our
electric tickles
and
dry wall distractions 
missing
all
the
essential 
information 
that
hangs
on the scented air 

SO 

i go walk barefoot
on
my
frosty
lawn ...

  

from koopmanblog

MONDAY 8.30 AM (later i will bore the union reps)

monday
8.30 AM

HR meeting
so
i'm
already sipping coffee number three

barely here at all . . .

corner office
and
the
living faces shine too bright
with
pregnancy and enthusiasm and dutiful compassion
all
HD
and
blinding

i want to cry out - 
its 
TOO EARLY !

. . . the meeting is just WORDS
rattling
like
pebbles
on
a
loose
highway black top

i ask half-questions
to
strange looks
and
the
future takes its shape
as
always
thru omissions and accidents
and
bad
timing

MONDAY 8 AM (LITTLE EGG)

monday 
8.00 AM 

a loose chocolate egg rolls around the bus floor
at
the
mercy
of corners and morning feet
its
colourful wrapper no help to him now

out of the frying pan
little egg
and into the fire

there is
no discernible definition in the uniform sky today
tho
the
suns
grey ghostly glow
seems
to
fake
wisdom and poignancy at me 
and
i
let
myself be pointlessly transfixed 

playing
his

game

EMPTY HAND HELL

because of personal theories
about
floating 
up 
and 
away
and
off the world 

and
going where all the lost balloons go

and
an existential need 
to 
hold 
similar 
flesh 
tightly

i must hold her hand fast
before
sleep
comes

what hell it was
getting
by
before 

from flckr.com

MY SHIRT HAD HOT ROCK HOLES

my grandad was dying in the hospital

he
had
a
pad
to
write things on
to remember them 
but
it was just a few scribbles
he couldnt read back at all

so 
he
hid
his
medication from the drs
cos he thought this would help

he
had
me throw it out
and
promised me a new shirt
and

made
a
gun
with
one hand
and finger-shot his temple
with
a
sad
and
desperate pleading smile

from easybakegunclub.com

VIEW FROM AN ALDI CARPARK

scaffold 
holds
skeletons of new flats
in
a
tarpaulin cage
doing
mexican 
waves
with the wind
and
old terraces
sit
behind train-set twigs of trees
starving
in
an
after-thought row
and
bending
with
screen direction

painted
waiting
places
with
the
tv on 
under
a
sky
coloured like bruises

from aliexpress.com

CONCRETE OR BIRDSONG

would be easy to say

that
the
day
was dead

and 
that i sat there dead 

  like concrete

and
that
day is a naked and sober stale crust
dead
in
black water

but
instead
i listened and i heard
the
hum and cough of the fridge 
and
the 
whoosh of the pilot light
and
the
tiny splashes of the cat 
  drinking his water

all coming together 
pretty
as
birdsong

 from flutetunes.com

THE FILLING IN A SCHOOL SANDWICH

the child i was
is 
a 
filling in a school sandwich

  half eaten

    discarded

but
still
chews
on
his
shirt
collars
  in the photograph slides

i am a giant grown on his shoulder

  host
  to
  his
  museum

and
he'll
nudge
me
on
sunday afternoons 
when
the
world
is
quiet 

  and ask me who i am

or
he'll tap my back
when
i
forget
my
medication
and
  cold sweats drain existence and credibility

  from
    this
      timeline 

 from kxcameras.com

DREAM ANNEX

this morning is another country

i suspect a silent coup
or 
creeping transient borders

i declared something in the night

something
newly
contraband

subsequently
i was searched by dreams

and
i
wake
up

sore 

wondering
if salt and vinegar
still
come
in 
blue ?

from approvedfood.co.uk

CIGARETTE PAPERS THROUGH A BOTTLE / MICHAEL CURRAN / KILMOG PRESS

SOFT MASTERS

the
taut
puppet strings
tugged
by
the soft masters
of
love
and
the
splutter-cum of words
keep
me
off
the dark edges
where
sickness
has
its
breakfast

from wall4all.me

JIM DIDNT KNOW

by
the
church 
that got in the news
where
jim
got
married
fetish armies
gather
in
the
deepening
dusk

from sarn_helen flickr

ANOTHER SMEARED PHOTOCOPY

like
a smeared photocopy from the filthy back tray
another 
day starts itself
heavy
with
international misdeeds
but
light
with
front yard birds 
bickering brightly on the bushes
and
flat white sideways sun
that
glints
like
glitter
on the
icing sugar
someone dusted over the world
while i slept
dreaming of long dead neighbours
their
garden 
stacked high with dinosaur bones 
i'd
kick
around in anger
after
they drove away
bags packed
and
on
the run

from moviemorlocks.com

NOTE TO SELF

must try harder to write more and better

must try harder to write more

must try harder

must try

must

check

from smashboards.com