WE'RE IMPOSSIBLE !

its US that are impossible 

  with

plastic machines for hair

  and

padded cement cocoons  

  with

  lightning locked into decorated walls

  built

  where

old trees 

    used to bend 

    over 

      cool green pools

its US that are impossible

  with

all our pockets

always loaded 

  with 

  touchable electric glass

its US that are impossible

  not

  the
  regenerating stars undying in the sea

  or

  the 

  quiet octopus professor

  doing
  his

  secret calculus with the coral

    but

    US

    and
    our

pre-fab pods that dart like tadpoles

  coughing ancient-bone incense

    over

      bystanding and amputated forest

      we've

    walled

  in

with

  great 
    hoardings of colouful disingenous lies

we ARE impossible

  when

  we

claim to own rain 

  on

  an

air-cooled silicone frame

    when

    really

    it

    falls

    when it likes

tickling our mad rubber clothes

  as

    we

      run

        to impossibly hide

        in

  linoleum dry

from threesixfivetwoforty.com

SMOKE BREAK POP

hospital cleaners in teal t-shirts
sit
on stone steps to the red car road
all
lighting lazy rollups from retro tins
and
drinking diet fizz from name-day bottles
laughing
out
loud
at
the grey in their temple hair

i
have a white-out wobble
on
the steps to the red car road
and
look deep into the diagram of bushes
at
the impossible incredible greens 
livid 
and 
living
in
there

 

from colourbox.com

SLEEPDIRT

sleep- 
that wide hologram
of patchwork glimpses

well-
wash it all away then
in
your
private 
tiled 
asylum

then
face the finger painting of World
and
all
its
marching

clocks

 from cafepress.co.uk

SMALL ORDER

after
my guests drove away
perched
perfectly 
in
profile
like 
a 
pamphlet picture   
i
picked up a small Ikea pencil
    from
    the 
    kerb 
and put it 
    in the 
    kitchen drawer 

 from bonitoclub.wordpress.com

TWOFER POP

1.

planes
leave
chalk
on
the
blueboard
of
the
sky


2.

old jeans
  its
  sad
  to see you 
  in the bin

worn thru 
  in 
  an 
  intimate
  place

old jeans goodbye

from icons.mysitemyway.com

HOW OTHERS GET BY

early 
morning 
bus
groans and clicks and whirs and grrrs 
taking 
us few silent scattered souls across town
to
Hospital Hill 
where 
we 
get 
by

and
april sun shines thru smeared windows
painting
us
all
as
tho
the night never was

i 
cling to a handrail 
brain 
against the headrest
legs 
loaded with liquid lead
getting
by

theres a nurse reading 
wears a long rose-red coat
i peep over her shoulder
to see how others 
get 
by

shes reading a dictionary 
every alternate entry 
is crossed out in pencil
so
thats
how
others
get
by

from en.wikiepedia.org

TO SHOW HES BETTER THAN US

freemason got a lodge dinner tonight
so
he
changes
his
clothes
at
work
in the afternoon
just
to
strut
about
between the desks in his suit
and
gold watch chain
chest
puffed
up
with ex-cop arrogance
like
a 
fading 
rooster

 from www.lexingtonlodge1.org

DIE WHY ? (exploded haiku)

why does the man die ?
mummy cant really answer
police 
tape's 
like 
bees !

from abc11.com

ROADS TO PLACES

we cook up hot black goo
and
lay
it
steaming down in stripes
on
earths peeled and steel belted skin
and
paint
it
with white hyphens
and 
other code 
to
roll
our metal machines over
so
our
haircuts
dont
have
to
walk

from ghosttheory.com

PROMISES

MOONLIGHT FIST

why not
unclench your dilemma fists ?

  theyre
  tense
  like
grasping a last-order twenty
  in
    a
      sweaty bar
        nameless
        and 
        thirsty

why not
let
the
timid 
light
in
at moonlight o clock ?

  the night is still the night

  still
  smells of magic
    and 
    the stars are still stars
    shining
    timid light
    on 
  precious and gentle somethings 
    
      and
    while the world 
    is still the world
      sneaky 
      fantasy
      still
      slips
        its
        pretend and ugly
        covers

from commons.wikimedia.org

TIRED

LONG STORY SHORT

once upon 
a 
winter morning 

the sun was open peace
and 
the air was cold candy
when
we
met
in
a
church basement
of 
street sadness 
and 
organised optimism

she 
patted the wooden chair next to her
with
a
mitten paw 

and
afterwards

we went for coffee

and
decided

  to
  be
  nice


    to
    each 
    other 


      for
      ever

 from urban75.org

WESTMINSTER SILICONE

i recieted the relevant numbers
down 
the 
phone
to the tired stumbling voice
of 
a 
government drone 

my
Westminster file grows
in 
silicone 
and
in
ones and noughts
always
half 
a 
spring 
picture
short

Westminster Bridge by Moonlight by John Atkinson Grimshaw

DOORS (haiku)

what is happening
behind all the closed doors ?
spring
mist
on
windows

 from nationalgeographic.com

IF GOD WAS A BABBLING REDUX

if god is real
and
lives unknowable
or
drives his Lexus
on
the Venice Speedway
then
our
short religions efforts
are
his
lost change
and
greasy dust
we
dug
out
from
his
discarded sofa
one
small minded 
and
desperate
day

from silouhet.com

MANICURE (exploded haiku)

if god cleans his nails

he finds his keenest followers

  made
    of
      yellow
        gunk

 

from apod.nasa.gov

The Book of the Wonderminds

 

The First Epistle General of Ruby Ashes

1. The Sweet Pain of the Changing Seasons

(brain ouch)

We lay like Lushington

Beneath Ruby’s crown of splinters

And rise from summer slumber

To her lips frozen winters

The summer and the rain

Combine her ice cool choices

And sing sweet sad disdain

On the earth’s breathy voices

Of the fire and the air

Her body held our water

Like landmass lost in mist

And autumns only daughter

Our white peaks of winter

And our summers stodgy troughs

One in the others hand 

Promising springs surprise loss

Of the day and the night 

When the wonderminds call out 

Loud as the fifth angel

In the sunshine and the dark

The burning and the glow
The fickle flicker is flame

The two faces are fire

Ruby Ashes is her name

2. The Love and The Pain

(mankinds essential diachotomy)

 

The only difference

Between the love and the pain 

Is one is the other

And the other is the same

The first taste and the last

Bumping hearts still beat the same

Mouths dry with nervous ashes

Our wonderminds are insane

The only difference

Between her land and our sea;

Our air and her water

Are where each other should be

Our handling of the meat
And our touching of the soul
Live forever together
Ruby Ashes plays her role

The only difference
Between our love and our pain

Is it hurts to be in love
And love loves to breed in pain

Our first stab and our loss
Pounding hearts still pump the same
Eyes wet like Ruby’s lashes
Our wonderminds are insane

3. Ruby Ashes

 

Ruby claims perfection 

We prove thus her perversion
Could we know her soul and shoes
Then treat her with aversion

Slow and agitated
Need Ruby to come to us
In doubt and in memory
Ruby comes without much fuss
 

Invade to surrender
Already red in black ashes
Surprise night walks our feet
Before bloody dawn crashes

Close Ruby’s heavy calm
An eye away like anger
Seems to be soothing our pain;
She moves us as a stranger

The wonderminds looming
Over Ruby beleiving
In the rabbits and the rain
And the lives we are leading

Aware of our power
Ravishing smiles of success
The mean and the tolerant
Dancing worried within our breast

4. The Fall of Ruby Ashes

 

Of the blood and the sun
Ruby Ashes tastes the both
An albino with feet of brass
And undead heavenly ghost

Sounding the depths of hell
Ruby’s music rises to God
Mans neat portable ideas
Written with flame in the flood

Ruby Ashes has keys
To both our hell and our death
‘I am the first and the last’
Ruby Ashes smiling said

Ruby is the people
And her wisdom dies with her
Upright man laughed to scorn
The east wind blows inside her

Ruby Ashes gone now
And we take a long lone walk
Down the empty corridor
Time used to fill with talk

The skirting and a plug
Mock wonderminds from below
For Ruby has gone out now
Leaving us stranger and low

 

5. Demon Bromide

 

Pressure of modern life

The fiction of abstention

Power to Ruby’s teaching

And the Bromide connection

And Demon Bromide comes

Angry if we drink the coin

Our laughter and our screaming

Bromide will bind into one

And if she takes our arm

Her fingers sound the alarm

Because ours is the danger

And Ruby is Bromide calm

And her hands and her hair

Tangle wonderminds in fear

For Ruby is with Bromide

And they know that we are here

And monsters from the sea

Count their horns in disbelief

Take Bromide to the blue depths

Leaving Ruby free to speak

Wonderminds are insane

But Ruby knows the angles

And touches our naked brains

With cancer and sweet angels

(inspired by a random reading of the good book)

December 2004