BY LUNCH MAYBE

night pallette 
is
insane mash-up
of
un-colours
and
meat-boat dreams-
off-ketchup
splashed
up
a hipsters retro wall

wash off your brainface by lunch maybe?
    if 
you build toy blocks
into
that reality smear
of
rain-window focus
and
straightjohn telephone routine

 from www.farrismarketing.com

BRAIN TRUST

a poet ? a writer ?
a cold laugh 
comes unconvincing
out
weird sick belly 
when sat at
ashy AM keys-
fingers are thumbs / thoughts stunted replays-
night street lights
gone power-cut out
on
my
borrowed accelerator brain-trust

no juice for weeping
but
mind for waiting-
later 
will burst yesterday efforts out of anemia 
introverted acoustic goes german electro
as
i feed their ask 
for 

more 

 

 from dc.wikia.com

DUSK STINK

the bad gods of the morning
go
elsewhere - things calmed 
by
clock dead
5 pm

the 
cool evening only hurts by ending 
just
when it tastes
of
yesterdays
sweet-high
victories -
deranged accelerated Moments 
we'd
revisit 
into
code and mantra

 from doughammack.com

OLD MONEY

NOTES ON A BUS STOP MORNING

council mowed 
bus-stop shop parade verges
down to
stubble / loose thatch / missed corners

sounds -
quiet rumbles in place
air tastes-
fresh / sharp / a lemon on lips
chilled empty
from
silver night patrol / warmed by day torch

smells of school mornings
smells of almost happiness

i'd
take
out 
crusts for the birds before breakfast 
careful on cement path -
trapped pebble texture art to me

i'd
imagine
shark fins 
cutting
thru 
the sunken lawn

from saveourseas.com

MORNING HAIKU

the morning is hard
hot shower eggs hot coffee
bins
out
in
the
sun

the dailymail.co.uk

PROLE SOP

dumb in hi-tops
we
dream
of
the
always-sun
a
lottery win would bring

even
tho

it

wouldnt

 

 from toddmitchellbooks.com

STREET

condiments dry up 
in 
Homebase cupboards
on
soft bungalow row
and
veterans wrap up in quilted beige
and 
roll out on electric wheels for the bingo papers 
and
side-of-the-mouth Little Britain hobnobbing
and
in a red anorak like a Red Devil 
the 
postman comes in shorts and ear buds
hissing tinny downloads
with
a bulky bag of Money Rain-
photoshopped pizza pamphlets
and
guilt trip charity begging
when 
he 
could 
bring anything from anywhere
at
all

from st-neots.ccan.co.uk

MR DAY

the night 
struggles
under its own dark blossom . . .

  the 
  night is cliche !

charted to overkill
  with
office coffee 
  and 
bar beers 

  everyones average foe

  its
mr day that walks in on us
  with
smudged crayon on his teeth
  breathing
  a
  technicolour hangover
  into
  our
  working pockets
  that
  says

    stay away 
    stay away

from dailylamrim.com

A MAN IN A SHOP

this guy got 
  ski jacket from 86
  deep-blue brand-new jeans
  his wife hemmed up
  with
  a hot iron 
  and 
  copydex glue

this guy got 
  a shouting tabloid
  his
  eyes 
  always 
  down

this guy got
  no trace of kids urges 
  anywhere
  anymore

from brit.co

PILLS GIVE ME MASS

i am a shadow
across the breakfast things

transclucent
    in
    the kitchen light 

        musnt forget
        my 
        prescribed
        innoculation 

 from incrediblethings.com

WESTERN PRIVILEGE

something 
pins
the
quiet avenues down / paints them like Trumpton 

something keeps the chaos 
 out 
 the
 consensus cul-de-sacs 
keeps our Blue Velvet picket fences
 clean
 and
 Stepford

 despite the planned collateral 
of 
conceit / bombs / flags
 on 
 the 
 death 
 tv 

 from trumptonalia.homestead.com

CAPITALS POP

in the space between
  
  The Mothers 
    and 
  The Green Berets
   
    lays
    a
    land
    of
    the
    lost and lazy

dependent on Sonys artificial teat

      and
    The Tubes
      easy
      stories
      of
    Foreigner Fear 
      and 
    Launderette Love

from nikolai-dante.webs.com

WATER FEATURE

walking the 
tired streets
  plastic bag 
  banging 
  against 
  my leg
no rush in the world today

i gaze 
at a 
derilict water feature
in an overgrown yard 
  it 
  seems 
  to
  say
  so
  much

from the dailymail.co.uk

PUSHING THE MORNING AWAY

when we were young we would fight the night
you see 
the day 
wasnt done 
till we had drank our beer and smoked our stuff
in the
old wooden bus shelter where crows nested in the rotted eaves 
down the 
bottom of the hill weaving out of town
where wild 
fallow fields joined the cement
by a 
sign post that told us blankly and hilariously 
just where 
we were
and every passing taxi cab looked like a police car to us
and we
would go
walking and talking and laughing accelerated and high and mental
into the 
windy night meadows under the dark blue paint swirl of sky
where trees 
like pagan hands rose from the earth in celebrating rows
and we
would sit
on felled trunks or rusted farm machines and drain our tins
always
pushing 
the 
morning 
away

from flickr.com fields of essex

SEASONS, SMELLS ETC AGAIN

the garden is a quiet world
and 
smells 
of 
coming 
summer

still 
winters chill clings
to
the
cemented ground
and 
late birds rehearse endlessly
  their
  shanties 
  of 
  the 
  sun 

 chestnut-sided warbler from nestwatch.org

SIGH

election results-
dim media-fucked sheep
tick 
boxes 
in 
spring

from huffingtonpost.com

THE FACE OF DEMOCRACY UK, A MORNING LIST

the face of democracy
is
a social club on the edge of town 
8 AM volunteers wonder where the kettle is
strippers and ping pong balls
  booked in for 
  friday night

the face of democracy
is
stubbs of pencil alone on graffiti tables
pylon marshes and a glimmer of Thames 
  indifferent
  and 
  filthy

the face of democracy
is
ancient gears of a Morris van 
creaking over birds cool chatter
and 
the chug of glittering chariots
round Pump House corner
  on the
  school run

the face of democracy
is
old people wobbling on brown sticks 
in nicotine glasses and shades of M and S beige
  out on 
  a day like bread
  when
  everyone
  takes
  part 
  

allisons photography from yell.com

CUE THE COUP SPREADSHEET...

todays promises
are tomorrows excuses 
puppets 
fooling 
sheep

from thegaurdian.com

WILD THINGS

theres
a warm space in springs winter chill
and
1000
memories
of Spa towns and South Western trains
and
stale sweat bars
with
cooked ceilings
deep
in
some central London netherworld
charge
me
down
like a herd of wild things

its like someone opened a cheap can of summer
and 
it
bombs the estates
with
a
rush of hot wind
before
a
frost
at
dusk
ruins the early buds
and
1000 more memories ride the empty chill

memories
of 
Greenwich and Bank
of
open
fire
pubs
in some central London netherworld
charge 
me
down
like
wild things
again

 from www.travellingbazaar.com

THATS A WRAP

used to be

if i drank enough
then
everything
i
did

was the best take

a solid shot

in
a
bad film 

 from en.wikipedia.org

CHRISTMAS TREE IN MAY

PUSH 16

PAPER AND INK # 5 DAMN THE MAN

OLD WORDS

i read an old term
in
a victorian book

Brain Congestion

a detective retired because of it

i
think
that these days 
its rife

 from en.wikipedia.org