Thursday 30 April 2015

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




Wednesday 29 April 2015

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

Tuesday 28 April 2015

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

Monday 27 April 2015

SMALL ORDER



after
my guests drove away
perched
perfectly 
in
profile
like 

pamphlet picture   
i
picked up a small Ikea pencil
    from
    the 
    kerb 
and put it 
    in the 
    kitchen drawer 
 from bonitoclub.wordpress.com


Friday 24 April 2015

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

Thursday 23 April 2015

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


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


Wednesday 22 April 2015

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

fading 
rooster



 from www.lexingtonlodge1.org

Tuesday 21 April 2015

DIE WHY ? (exploded haiku)



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



from abc11.com

Monday 20 April 2015

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

Thursday 16 April 2015

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

Tuesday 14 April 2015

LONG STORY SHORT




once upon 

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

Monday 13 April 2015

WESTMINSTER SILICONE



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

government drone 

my
Westminster file grows
in 
silicone 
and
in
ones and noughts
always
half 

spring 
picture
short



Westminster Bridge by Moonlight by John Atkinson Grimshaw

Friday 10 April 2015

DOORS (haiku)



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


 from nationalgeographic.com

Thursday 9 April 2015

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

Wednesday 8 April 2015

MANICURE (exploded haiku)



if god cleans his nails

he finds his keenest followers

  made
    of
      yellow
        gunk


 
from apod.nasa.gov

Tuesday 7 April 2015

THE BOOK OF THE WONDERMINDS



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