Monday 31 October 2016

THE NAKED UN-EMPEROR



how can i shout about
the emperors
new clothes 
these days

when
the
emperor 
isnt an emperor ?

and my clothes 
  arent 
  even 
  Superdry ? 



Image result for emperors new clothes images


from youtube

Friday 28 October 2016

FOUR POPS



we 
live 
like a row of terraces

invisiby different
till you go inside

look each other in the eye

and
dont
lie

~

its unusual

its night

i am awake inside the opiates
and
i
am
full
of
love

for you all

~

i write without drink

no
one
has
ever
done
harder thing

ever

~

the footlights now
are
made
of
a
nuclear glow

the actors
confused & desperate
can
only
carry
on



Image result for nuclear glow

from dudeiwantthat.com

Thursday 27 October 2016

AUTUMN IS THE SEASON OF THE SOUL




here it comes again
autumn - the big dusk
and
it
grabs
summers broken flip-flops
and
throws
them
in
the recycling bin

here it comes again
autumn - ambient soul
with 
its 
sepia nostalgia stink
and
its 
crumbling golden crown

here it comes again
autumn - annual assassination
and
it
fills me up to bursting
with 
memories of almost anything
  almost 
    anything 
      at 
        all

all bitter sweet brush strokes
of fading fire shades
all washed out watercolours
of dew drop dawns

here come the memories again
memories - uncorruptible RAM
of
a
damp damp damp
low cloud night 
striking matches
under streetlights
smokey mono-chrome

here come the memories again - polaroid loops
of
beautiful scheduled death
of
the shedding of copper camo
till
it
is
stark
and
naked
and
bold
and
bravely 
empty
on the 
bike stop 
hill top
where
would 
park up
take five
and smoke
in the
special
quiet
counting the silver spiderwebs
in
the
broken bones of giants
and
looking out 
at the
great white stripes of mists
that
lay
across
the
bicep bulges of hinterland
making islands of rootless trees 

here come the memories again - strobing pops
of the DLR
of my shakes 
in the standing room only
before 
      i 
       fell
   in
a long gone
  fall

here come the memories again - filtered in overdrive
of
the
too early AM gag jags
when i couldnt stomach anything
anything at all
and
fed the squirrels
my breakfast muffin
until
bullying magpies came
out 
in 
the
Greenwich hillside park
where i loved the benches
i really LOVED the benches
and i made a vow then
to sit on more park benches

  in peace
  in quiet
  in nothing

on morning-wet autumn park benches

here come the memories again - stink triggered recall
of
dusk in the afternoon
that says to me
  dont worry about it
  give it up 
  its dark now 
  cant you see ?
  give it up till spring
  and 
  sleep like all the frenchmen
  used to do

here come the memories again - carousels of slides
of
the pipes first run
and the click-clicking metal
in
the afternoon bubble
of childhood after school 
all
the
radiators 
filling up
and
gurgling like well springs
in
the
Simon and Garfunkel silence

here come the memories again - line drawings of you
of
the
cold houses dead rads dead chill
and
the
doom that riots round the skirting boards
and 
up on the cobweb coving
so
you
bleed the rads
with special key and a rag
down
on
the
floor
where your childhood used to be


here come the memories again - clockwork sensations 
of
stumbling round Bank
booze loose and looking
for
the home train
the Borough bus
the St Pauls Starbucks
my
collar
up 
to the girls and the damp
and
hiding
in
a
pool hall 3 storeys underground
and
too
there
were 
long decaff evenings
freshly sober and newly muted
still
in
a
Simon and Garfunkle silence
watching people in a dry trance
in
the 
WC1 museum spaces
my coats and scarves
my winter armour
piled like a thrift store
on the backs
of the colourful 
plastic chairs

so boo fucking hoo i say this year
as
autumn comes in
to compost me again
and
i
make new memory - HD  
by
farting long and mournful
on the 
back step 
4 AM
smoking the last cigarette in the world

and it is answered !
by 
some 
guy
invisible over the back fence
still awake like me
and
coughing wet and awful
on
the words other last cigarette

and it all mixes in with the foghorns
like 
the very last dinosaur cries
out 
on 
the rivers black mass
under peephole stars 
and slow moving planes
slow
blinking
wing tips
blinking
in
time
with
another sleepless trial
where
all
the
hibernating mammals
steal my slumber
obviously
unrepentant




Image result for greenwich london autumn

from the guardian

Wednesday 26 October 2016

THE WORST DREAM




dreamed 
the sky was newsprint epitaphs
and

was
very normal - a forgettable grey 
              and 
              ashamed

and 
grew older and blander
and 
i was fading and shrinking
into
unnoticeable
head-down
zipped-up beige

and i tried to yell to my dreamself
no
no
nooooooo

but i didnt hear





Image result for images grey man

from the bugoutbagguide.com

Tuesday 25 October 2016

THE GATES OF NIGHT



i write these pops
to 
justify degeneracy
and
my 
  white-good
    on-grid 
       complicity

and
so
i
can
tell
the phantom guard at the gates of night

that
i
did
something today




Image result for images on grid

from home power magazine

Monday 24 October 2016

MEAT MONEY & OTHER THINGS



    they
cull the badgers
to save the cows
to kill for lunch

 [ i
  suppose
  tb badger mince
  is
  a
  bit gamey ]

    their
    chemical
    warfare
    is
insect genocide
to save cash crops
we leave to rot
    for
    subsidies

 [ no
  money
  in
  bug sandwiches

  not yet 
  anyway - prob wont be long tho . . . ]

    they
    use
child-mined super conductors
 in
  every
   single
    electric
     thing
we clutch in our grubby fists
and prod with greasy fingers
and then dump on their beaches
in a dangerous tangle of secrets
    when 
    we 
    get 
     a 
   shiny new one

    and
    we
shop away misery
and our complicity
with same day delivery
only one click away
    in 
    some 
    golden age 
    of 
    selective plenty

 [ i
  wish
  my
  hands
  were
  cleaner ] 


Image result for badger computer images

from geekpop.co.uk

Saturday 22 October 2016

SOFT PAST - HARD FUTURE



electric smoke
  &
personal terminals

robots on mars
  &
patrolling our sky

perpetual terrorism
  &
corporation owned rain

  i
  am
living the sci-fi
  i 
  read 
as a child

its like they used it as a manual

~

dystopia oh dystopia

how 
innocent 
the 
20thC
seems
now

when all the horrors
were
analogue



Image result for images analogue horror

from cartoonstock.com

Friday 21 October 2016

FUCKUP POV


 we had scattered under nights black velvet 
 in a fading flash of denim and hi-tops 
  like 
  we 
  shared 
  
  hive 
  mind 

 we were hiding from police men 
 and the joyless fiend 
 who called them 
  in 
  the 
  green belt hill fields 
 out
  on 
 the
 empty edge of town 

 i stretched flat in the dark 
  in 
  tall 
  wet 
  grass 

 contraband stuffed in my sock 

 i was on a wild ragged drunk 
  i was in a teflon bubble 
 EVERYTHING 
  worth 
  
  mean superior adrenaline cackle 
  from 
  my 
 defence machine 
  fuckup POV  

 and 
  trapped in a hollow 
  under the swing of lights 
  flat 
  out 
  on the hills green open palm 
  
  remembered 
  seeing 
  the rabbits that live here 
  when 
 i 
 was 
  
  child 
 running the weekend away 
  with rope 
  and a stick 

 the rabbits sat here 
  arranged on the slope 
  at dawn and at dusk 

 . . . this thought grabbed me by the armour . . . 

 and i became sorry 
  i was not an animal 

 not a sun bear 
  not a treecat 
  not a hillside rabbit 

 arranged on the slope 
  at dawn and at dusk 

 no home but a hole and the weather 
  no law but instinct and hunger  

 arranged on the slope 
  at dawn and at dusk 

 and when the police mens searching torches swung away 
  and when the car doors slammed shut in the quiet 
  and when the car droned downhill off and away 

 i 
  stood 
  up 
  half reborn and weirdly calmed 
  and 
  walked 
  home 
  damp 
  alone 
  and 
  twice as high 
  without 
  any manic cackles to stifle 
  in 
  an 
  unexpected lucid peace 

  a sudden state of grace 

 i 
  would 
  soon 
  forget 



Birds eye view of a giant pink textile rabbit lying in the middle of the countryside

by gelitin, 2005, in artesina, italian alps