REMEMBERING SUMMER, CATS AND CAMERAS

MORE 2015 PICS - MY WORDS ARE TIRED !

2015 RANDOM IMAGE POPS

GOOD MUSIC

music -

wagner cream nwa 
dupree spence oldham

is beyond special  
  but
  kind
  of
  invisible
  too

so whats to do if youre not in a band and cant dance ?

  maybe
  cry 
  out
  Fire In The Hole !

  and
write
down
a 
clumsy ode to the two-chords wonders
  

 from mtv.com

HPPY XMS FROM THE HATCHBACK, THANKS TO ALL FOR READING

CROUCH IN YOUR OWN BELLIES WHERE THE WEATHER IS REAL

  this 
  soap opera life
we
are
always 
trying
to 
solve
  is an artists impression
  of
  hasty 
  focus
  
an
  unfinished / unreal pastel scene 
of
pencil shadow
and
dense crosshatching that thins out
  into
  a
white page hinterland

  empty

 from realpointitaly.com

POETRY POP CLEAROUT

1.

  poetry
is a big sigh
for
a
little
cat 


2.

  black halos
sit unshining
over
obvious heads

  as
invisible
as
we
let them be 


3.

cut the thumb
from a rubber glove 
and
stick
it
to
the 
mirror with spit

  thats me 
  that is
on
a
bad morning 


4.


fists have their uses 
but
better to dig with fingers
to
find
a
truth

and make even lunch hours
  long


5.

  i 
  am
atoms with mass 

  only 
  here 
in the armchair
if 
youre looking


6.

  sofa nest 
  10 AM
waiting
for
the 
yelling silence of migraine
to
take
its
blotches and wire away 

  the
seconds come like hammer blows

from guardianlv.com

I AM NOT CERVANTES

am 
i
a
sancho panza ?

  maybe herding
  maybe following
  the 
earths quixotic delusion
     waiting
     on
     some
     concrete gift
i will
never 
understand


or 
am 
i
a
saddled rocinante ? 

  lost in my own
  small
  windmill
  war

  from www.travellingboy.com

OLD HIWAY TO S'END

  the old hiway to s'end
is
a
clot
of drivethrus now 
  the
blacktop frozen 
into 
ripples like a lowtide beach

  pubs are boarded up
in
armour of silver steel
and
  all the roadside bungalows 
  shed their paint like scabs

  the old hiway to s'end
hunches
its subway shoulders 
  weighed down by newbuild towers
under
skyroads treading heavy in lowcloud 
  so
  doomlike 
  and
  dull strong grey 

 from piley.blogspot.com - southend essoldo, warrior square

 

MOVIE POPS

1.

  sane hindsight 
  comes
  slow as winter sun
and
calls
the 
monsters of our minds
rampaging
clumsy
and
disjointed - daftly destructive
like 
b movie beasts
  
  built of dim fantasy and ancient nightmares
  they
  need
  no provocation 
      to
  let madly rip red fog


2.


movies create worlds

  alternate 
  ant hills
    of almost friends

  inside
  a
demographics narrow appeal
twisting sense
  and
forcing reason
into
a
neat coda
for
simple shutdown hours

    OR
    they
    cut
    thru
    the
  crap and crust
    and
expose our naked lunches

 

from stevebenedict.ie (Misery)

SICK BRAIN GO-SLOW POPS

1.

  i wallow in a hot bath
  i dont remember running
and
a
coffee
sits
  long cooled and forgotten 
on
top
of
todays
  to-do list


2.

the 
day 
paints stains on my clothes

  coffee 
  ash 
  miscellaneous 

they
stick
the hours together 
 
  i
  miss some out


3.

if i must
i would die
on
a
sunny
day
  
  in some animal meadow 
  of trembling grass
  or 
  in forest hinterland 
  of broken sun and english magic

but
only
if
i
must 

 from fauna-flora.org

PRISON QUALITY

reading back my poems
they
look
to
me
like
childrens wooden letter blocks 
an
inmate might have piled up 
in
hope
of
a
pat on the back
rehabilitation
or
a
job in the library 

 from www.woodentoyshop.co.uk

SAME AGAIN

  another tale
where 
i 
am 
all Bummed Out
  Flat Walled
  Emptied

  but again
my guts find the habit
in the carbon frame
and
  work a poem up from toy blocks to brain stem
and 
  blog it in the tangled brambles 
and
  later
  unpickle into sense
the 
  sentences of a stifled short story 
  thats
  boiling over on the back burner

  in
these
acts
  i Fill up
  become Flushed
  and Calmed 

  briefly and enough
  to breed a brood of hopes

from sueddie.wordpress.com

MORE CAFE BLUES

  out for a bacon sarnie
in
the nowhere jobless hours
of 
a
blank cafe morning
  where
time is still finding its AM stride
in
the grey daylight stumble 
  of
  white noise
left over
from
night and dreams 
that rings in my ears 
  like
  the church bells
of the godless faithful

  workmen in stained joggers
place long take-out orders
and
a
clot of fishwives bark clipped sentences
about implants with implied judgement
  their
  miserable faces pecking at paninis 
like small troubled birds

  i
  half
  recognise them
  from
some job
i had
somewhere

from favim.com

 

PRESSURE FIRST THING

not yet dawn 
and
the 
moon
is an unfinished hangnail 
muscling into my solitude
and
calling my bluff 
before
i've
even
had
coffee 

 

 from bandagedear.com

WILLINGLY DREAMING WHILE THE EARTH BURNS

unfamous pop-tarts
are herded
needy and bleating
as
guilty sacrifice lambs 
thru
sat night soft gladiator pre-praise
all
wanting it SO much
and
pumped up to unreal heights with steroid-fame 
they
cry
into
presenters shoulders
when
its
all
taken
away
by a premium rate revenue stream

theyre launched 
into a B-strand residue 
of morning tv
cheap weeklys exclusives
their five minute faces
filling
up
newspapers
instead
of
the murder murder murder
of
bees
earth
and
us 

 from www.newnownext.com

PUSH 19

CAFE AND NEWSPAPERS

1.

newspapers
bingo distract and fear control 
  a sleeping mass
  of unused might
  that
  could 
  be Heroes

  if
  informed and taught 


2.

  the tesco cafe
is 
full 
of
unplucked
sketch show characters
  
they
  rot inside invisible
  like
  angels - gin soaked / useless and forgotten
  on
  a 
  Bowery stoop


3.

  i always look at the empty cafe tables
for
abandoned
newspapers
  tho the twists and lies
  will give me hives
  and
settle
a
black despondancy 
and
blue hopelessness
over
the
day

 from ebay.co.uk

I AM GOD ?

  they say
the devil is in the details

   (they say
    a 
    lot 
    of 
    things)

 so
wheres god ?
in the general overview ?
the summary ?
appendix IV ?

  because 
isnt life ALL details ?
and
anyway i gave the devil the push
a
while ago now
  so . . . 
  i am god am i ? 

 from remyhabets.com

MAYBE DALMATIONS

  nowadays
i can divine the days promise
or lack thereof
by reading the pattern 
of 
brown 
fleks 
that grey dawn and hostile guts
left decoratively
  in
  the
  white
  bowl

i crouch 
mad
like a witch or a sooth would
over their tea or knuckle bones
  and
read / predict / summon -

  today . . .
  maybe dalmations ? 

 

 from pinterest.com

 

AND HELL CAME

  back when i wore armour
  under a boozers moon
it
was
heavy
and
  i
would always
need more fuel

hell
saw
me 
then
vain glorious in the piss-alley
and came for my ego in legion

  now i am naked
  lighter 
  demobbed and half done
just
another
struggle-pup counting scars and stars
in 
our
seaside mongrel nation

 from moviepilot.com

INSTRUMENTS TUNED TO ENGLISH MELANCHOLY

  as a young teen
bad hair
bad eveything
in the bad 80s 
i
heard
Squeeze
on
Radio 1 and borrowed TDK tapes

  their stories
made growing up
sound
like
a
bad / sad adventure 

and
it
was 

 from allmusic.com