ECHO DECK

i was 
stretched out on the bed
calling out the window
to
a
little bird on a thorny bush
and
my
voice
had
an
echo that startled me

someone is playing with
dials
at
the
mixing
desk 
again

abbey road mixing desk from thechromatic.virb.com

DARK WAS THE NIGHT, COLD WAS THE GROUND

so far
even
the 
greatest artistic triumphs
have
merely
been
on
earth

except for Voyagers Golden Disc 

 from science.howstuffworks.com

ELVIS

sit out in the air of the world
out
in
the
same recycled / rearranged
  elaborate
  carbon
  dance 
the same lazy rust and star dust
  that
  Elvis 
  sat 
  out 
  in 
on a Tupelo porch 1954

from elvispresleymusic.com.au

 

MACCY D QUEUE

they got no balls in their eyes
  in
  this
  maccy d queue - 

no exocets in the hip pocket
  to
  launch
  after 
  lunch / no giant looks or biting candy
    no dice throws 
    or real sun -

only 
domestic 
adherence / fridge lists / failed fashion -
  
  plain
  brown
  packaging
  without
  contraband 
 
  in this maccy d queue 

 

 from mypaper.sg

GOODBYE HOSPITAL 2

goodbye cheap steam kitchens -
morning lager held in cooking fists / half hidden
by 
the 
back fridges open doors

goodbye free miniature cheese
and
loaves of bread / stolen / gifted
and
individual wrapped butters
laid
on the toaster top 
to 
soften

goodbye chief exec / ALWAYS dressed for tv
canteen women kissing your arse
pouring
your
daily
tall latte with the extra shot 
ahead
of
us thirsty dweebs

goodbye to the quiet offices
where
i
hid / suffered Twilight plot explanations
from
grown up teddy bear collectors

goodbye jr drs
smoking weed behind the compactor
and
outside the gas store / only laughed
when
i
found them - OBVIOUSLY i was no threat

goodbye crazy blonde
and
her
ridiculous insomnia recommendation;
Cover Your Bedroom Walls With Porn
she 
said
and 
went bright red

goodbye surgeons comp deliveries
of
Rollercoaster whisky
and
xmas baskets of stink cheese 
and 
potted preserves

goodbye loons in the back building
only let me pass
if
they
touch
my
shoulder / call me a clever proffesor 
and
tell me i'll never leave

goodbye mental block staff
careless / gone native
patient
escapes
past me buzzed-in thru secure door -
no
one
lifts
a
finger / another car park casualty
run
down
during feeble escape

goodbye top floor electroshock rooms
with
airlock entrances / big orderlies - bouncers
jangling keys
to
the
sound of wednesday morning screams

goodbye to the cakes
baked by the pathology guy
between
breakdowns / always such a mess
jumpers
loose
and
trailing wool

goodbye unlocked medicine cabinets
goodbye dihydracodeine
generic valiums / sleepy downers
and
huge tramadol / laid out like xmas
for
a
rummage

goodbye security clampdown
all medicine room doors
dressed with digilocks -
moody Sisters
keep
codes
behind desks / suspicious eyes
on
my
tired face

goodbye cleaners
mops held high / flags in battle
or 
going on and on and on
about
the football pools ticket in '52 / winner
but
left
in some glove box too late

goodbye porter
who
moonlights as a clown / tells me about
his clown face / his authentic red nose
from
the
USA / caught drunk sleeping on site
mutters 
to
himself in lifts
entirely
without
humour

goodbye ice queens
drama queens
soap queens
impressionable climbers
buying
shiny white beemers on consultant endorsement

goodbye me
humour so dry / indistinguisible from ignorance
browsing ebay 
with 
feet up / sandwich toaster on
or
sitting on the smoking bench
where
green dressed ambulance crews
chuck
bricks
at the rats
or
console bereaved / eyes full of empathy tears -
i'd
smoke
in
silence / respect for dead
in
five
min
breaks 

 from specialist whisky.com

GPS

our globs of monkey sweat
  and
sudden shot-splat sneezes
  and
yellow morning pisses
  dropsplash 
on the same pothole streets 
  and 
  tinkle-tumble 
down the same victorian 
              plumbing 
              tubes
              that
              our
              fathers
              and
              mothers
cheap shoes trod and young hands flushed
  spending
their shillings and crowns and pennies
  buying 
  whatever whenever
  after 
  rationing
  and
  dusk 

 from mmsperryas.wordpress.com

CATS AND CLOUD

ROSES

PROLE BASE LINE

their compliance 
and
news accelerated delusion
adds weight 
to
the 
fat
boot
stomping with 1% reason
on
the
quiet unkillable
salt 
of
the
fenced and fracked
landfill
earth

 

SNEER AT ONLY PEOPLE

bus drones / ipad headplugs in
dwarf the plastic seats
with 
KFC gut spill
minds on tech / neu metal
and
stashed porn on encoded hard drives

others / old
natter and chatter and blab
like
mindless 
museum
clockwork / dried up seed
in
underpant folds 

others / young / lives begining / earning / working
are
not
YET
defeated - will forget this bus horror
once
they
got
a hatchback and a license - freedom
before
breeding

ALL wondering where next to splurge
their
distraction nugget-coins / a gifted pat-on-the-back
for
expected / accepted
lifelong
beige 
compliance

from businessinsider.com

NIGHT IS

night 
is 
stretched out in helium discomfort

is sitcom scene from 199?
playing in my mind camera

is camper van fantasies
living
off
A-road truck stops 

is hot black then cool moonlight

is a little cat / dont know what he wants

is long then over

its 
deception
on
me
all
day

had a bad night ? from victor-lam-art.deviantart.com

ATOS BENEFIT HOLE

i hear - 
have you hurt yourself recently ?
i hear - 
been like this since i was three

bearded physio / polo shirt / looks 12
invites
young blonde / brave smile
in
torn denim / silver crutches
to
struggle up narrow shallow terrace stairs
in
a
converted 
and
knocked thru
Atos
outsource
benefit
hole 

from chicaidcrutches.co.uk

REASON IS NO REASON

soft brain
must avoid
slippery slidey slope
  of
grasping snake oil reason
  in
the easy cheat glow
  of
backward-glory retro-vision
  in
every mechanical fail / human flip flop 
tumble fall 
  and 
sick note

chaos rains
under quiet pretend order 
  of 
compliance / lethargy
  and
burnt supper pies - no planned tiller tilt -

  just

  hints
  of
  space and science entropy

from quackbabies.com

GOODBYE HOSPITAL

  goodbye hospital -
goodbye all you paper grandmothers
spiked alive / shaking
  and
laid out on plastic sheets with mad hair
  and 
goodbye cardiac OPD
talking in latin between singing arias
  that
echo down the back corridor 
  where
  smokers hurry with coffee and breathmints 

goodbye Costa coffees 
  and 
greasy paninis on folded paper plates
  eaten
  at
hangover desks 10 AM / while steel coffins
  covered 
  in
blue plastic shrouds rattle and roll by
  to
  stack up
  by 
  the 
  morgues red-light door and union office bogs

goodbye service level floods
knee-high water flowing fast / imagine my surprise
  and goodbye
maternitys careless curtains
  that
show belly bushes like dense forest
  and
gasping heaving buffalo bellows echo
  and
horroshow afterbirths
chopped with scissors / labelled
  and
weighed on silver bowls / organic mess
  too red 
  for breakdown eyes

goodbye polyester nurses / OPDs / CSWs
guring in comedy
  at
consultant stress
  and
jr dr arse-kissing / snobbery in Farahs

goodbye world-class surgeons
big black limos / uniformed drivers
salt of the earth 
  or
arrogant cunts
reinforcing class divide
  with
million dollar fingers / tho struggle like babies 
  to open
simple suture boxes

goodbye reps
stink dogs in shiny suits
schmoozing back-door end-of-year commisions 
  phone
  off
when caught in supply lies / all fake friendship
  and
  no freebies
new beards and laptops and Blackberries 
  out 
  in the AM cafe / acting all big shot

goodbye crash attacks
barked on bleeps on belts - i hug the wall
jr drs in slim fit terracota and manbags
  clusterfuck
  round the panic bed
  hungry for a chance at glory
  and
old-hands etch pro-sadness / real care on their faces
  in
the frozen blue crowd - watching the fussing and failing
  of
  an
  obsolete soft machine
  beached
  on
  a
  railed state bed

goodbye to the police
armed and guarding / reading tabloids / too-young looking
  and
sipping free tea
their presence spreads rumours
  of
gang bosses and knife attacks / wasted tax pounds

goodbye suicides / hushed up
goodbye accidents / compensation paid
  for
  the
  unlucky
trapped in the rails of their own bed
  or
hanging from the narrow window opening
by
a
head
that
wouldnt
fit
thru

goodbye alcoholics
drinking cleaning products
escaping without trousers / run over in the carpark
  so
  far
  from
  the 
  pub

goodbye blue-pod space-babies
wired and saved and tiny
i help the tired parents use the coffee machine
  before
i take the cancer girl brown sugar lattes
  in
side room 13

goodbye to the mysterious spiked saline
  in
  all
  the newspapers
  and
goodbye Portugeuse sniper
stabbing his buttock / stolen needle of steroids
  in
the clinincal waste room / roast chicken for bulk-up breakfast 
  no 
  dinner for the kids again

goodbye dead and draining
  unplugged
  behind sloppy screens hiding nothing
terminal cases can see their future
  their
shining eyes focused elsewhere
skins green 
and yellow 
and grey 
and blue / thin as packaging paper
  pushed 
  by 
petrol-head porters / dr who obsessed porters
  porters
  with
  a
  guitar
  set up
  just like Hank Marvins

goodbye AM toast smell
  and
goodbye to that cleaner / struggling to Work
struggling to get back into Life
  after
  a
  long long time in the mental block
  then he dissapeared . . .

and goodbye loons playing basketball
  and
catcalling behind the wire
chain smoking and banging therapy tambourines
  mad
  as
  their
keepers / protest shits in the bus stop and filing cabinets
and
the
games
cupboard

goodbye OR CCTV / flesh is peeled open 
layers of wet ham
  and 
goodbye me / running the urgent porcine meccanno
  to
grateful ORs or indifferent offices
  and
keeping the wards in their tools
  for
  compansionate invansions
  and
  shooting you with finger pistols 
  and
  blocking up toilets in the awkward stomach dawn
  waving 
  in 
  the deliveries / meathead drivers already angry at the world
  or
  full with bad jokes to tell

goodbye me / running my small world my own way 
  and
  goodbye
  to the UN mash-up / melting pot of accents and shades
  toiling
  24/7
  now
  without 
  me 

 from www.mirror.co.uk

DREAM SCOTCHES

1.

dream was
i was 
drinking again 

and 
it was ok / till it wasnt 

i
dream fought
dream bouncers
by
the
new club
red rope 


2.

dream was
i was drinking again

i
catch
myself
at
it
with dream surprise

i dream realise 
thats
its
ok - i can drink SOMETIMES

i dream relax
SO
dream pleased
to
again be getting the scotches in 

 

 from realmendrinkwhiskey.com

NURSE POP

two nurses giggle -
have morning sun blonde halos
against
backdrop
of
grim Borg-square multi-story

i eavesdrop / sat on the smoking bench
dead person plaque in my back -
nurses
only laughing out loud
at
how their egg mayo sandwiches 
will 
stink
up
the
fridge / they're high on cameraderie 
and 
vitamin D

from www.stardrivegame.com

TURDS TALKING

i
left
soft rope
coiled like an intestine
in
the
bowl
of
the
cleanest
bog

silent / saying
a
something-nothing - i hear as

Write Me Down 

from nwrart.com

BACK TO DUST

jesus !
all the delirious faces . . .

diamond ugly 
meat symphony - wax and glass
lurid and 
impossible and 
real

jesus !
street-side 9 AM
is
a
clusterfuck
of
wind-shot lazy hair

must
get
back
to
dust 
and
the sport of harmless sweet recall

from dailymail.co.uk

OUTDOOR HOSPITAL TOILET

one thistle
grey like carbon
or
sun bleached rubber
grows
ignored
from
a
cement crack
in
the
mens 
bog
doorway

 

 from wildlife-photography.uk.com

FISH SUPPER

in the Great Universe Scheme
the
poor baby bird
was
almost a nothing

i rescued off him off the cat anyway
there 
was
red - insides showing outside

in the quiet at the end of the garden
i
did
him
the
best as i could - mortal sweat breaking on ME
HIS nerve twitching
was
a
horroshow

sorry little bird . . .

now
i
burnt my fish supper too

 from halloweduk.wordpress.com

COFFEE AND ROSES

a magnet pulled ME
made ME crazy
to a shut-up industrial foundry
of
liqour / denial / masks -
hedonism 
jammed
on
default

i burnt OUT
i burnt UP
MY
tailspin wore to tight corkscrews

i took a Brain Dump

i woke UP
i looked OUT
  
  and
  smelt the coffee and roses 

 

 from hqwallbase.com

FEST MEMS

  june atmosphere:
foliage stink heavy
is
nearly stormhead

  evoke:
festivals
bestivals
mostivals
and
gig eyes squinting at tinned rock
and
gig eyes vibrate and down shift
with
mixed pot vibes
  in
  neo-medieval batertown 

  geeks gurn on beats
in
litter - screw-tops / butts / shoes / casualties
and
dust

  dusk repaints it into danger
  over-sunned booze heads
  turn
pagan monochrome
round
campfires stolen smoke
  in 
  pop-up cities
  cash
  grab

 from dailymail.co.uk

A MEMORY

like 
the smell 
of
match sulphur scraped on sandboard
is-
  winter / evening / long overcoat
  smoking tailor-mades
  under
  street
  lights - waiting / cold


  before 
  phones 

 from martinrobborobinson.wordpress.com

MORE GARDEN 2

garden oasis
breeze whips shiny trees
in
a
live show blow

i hear it

hear
its
dives and touching swoops - invisible wings

out the front
junk men toll their bell
for
burnt-out white goods
and
house
tat 

 from brilliantwallart.co.uk

PUBLIC TRANSPORT 101

  midday-
soft hatched
gurning mass
in
my
face - public transport 101

  cutlery monkeys clothed / slack tv sops
gossip rap
without 
space or silence
from
their
kfc holes - brain minds in the teapot
chew
on
nothing Big - 

  they
undermine
our
collective glory - space moon conquered
no
thanks
to 
noon o clock
bus 
drek

 from justtrains.net