Saturday 31 December 2016

AN INNOCENT DAY IN DECEMBER 2016.



six green parakeets appeared on the bare bones of the apple tree.
the apple tree sits to the south outside the kitchen window. 
they arranged themselves in the west branches. 
in the east branches are small nameless brown birds. 
wow - what a day !

in the same moment as the parakeets fly away the toaster shorts out the house into dull silence.
its the sandwich bags again.  
cheese and ham bagels this time.
what a day !

in haste i hurry to look for the parakeets out the front window to the north.
i see only three magpies on the roof opposite.
i click the power back on up in the hallway box and finish the bagels under the grill.
fetching my finished bagels into the living room i knock over a weeks worth of evening pills. 
what a day !

earlier in the week i found an envelope that i had written 'envelope' on.
eating bagels i wonder about my thinking behind that.  
inside is the foreign language page of a DWP notification.

the doorbell rings.
its too loud and makes me jump still after ten whole years.
the courier remembers my name from back when he delivered into the hospital and i would sign his machine there.
its an ebay auction win and delivered by amazon altho he is DPD.
i google this anomaly and find it is common.
who knew ?

i dont smoke now.
i puff on some kind of electric pipe.
conceivably i may now live forever.
i puff on it now post bagel.
i notice my sense of smell is slowly returning.
i dont know what i think about that. 
all the smells i smell now are reminding me of my nans cooking.
she hasnt cooked tho for many years.

she nodded off one last time in front of daytime tv.
she was 101 and 7 months old.
fish shops.
fried skate.
bells.
ice magic.
coppermill lane E17.

i remember last nights dream.
i was a child.
it was black and white.

also iphone 4 accessories are almost free now.
heavily discounted if you need anything.

so i open my ebay package.
its a refurbished mechanical luch watch.
made in belarus.
it has only one long hour hand.
time can be simple that way.
it was delivered by amazon.
i have covered that already.

winding it i feel grounded.
left to my own faint devices i wind it the wrong way.
my wife-elect corrects me.
she is always right.
thats just fact.
altho this fact gains prominence thru my excessive inaccuracies.

its like i want to wind back this year.
retreat this year.
relax in last januarys relative innocence.

later i travel by parent carriage to the drs with no real hope of being mended.
at the weekend i will buy books in charity shops.
like i need anymore !

i now have four typers.

these days before xmas used to hold a residual anxiety.
they always seemed emptier because of the pressure to fill them.
it always went all black.

now i say i am in xmas rehab and my methadone is sweet enough.






Thursday 29 December 2016

PRECIOUS PEACE



continual reevaluation
  over
 your
   cereal
  
  is 
feedback loops
   on
 the
  commute

and you arrive fried

~

   caveats 
    excuses
 justifications
     
      are    
   subconscious 
  revisionism
          
      its ALL
      inter-
      ference
      white
      noise

you cant see the kittens for the corpses

~

   eyes 
  down
   phone 
 time

hides and disturbs

 the
ignored
   semi-precious
 peace

   of

the empty-full n o w



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Wednesday 28 December 2016

BAD ONION



eating my way
   down
 thru
  the
layers of the onion

  is a metaphor -

if the outside is daytime tv
then
im  looking for truth 
    in 
   the
  producers paymaster
    core

and i get   a 
     stomach  ache

  l i t e r a l l y




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Tuesday 27 December 2016

STRUGGLE POPS




1.

    i 
struggle 
  with
all the steel and the glass -
  who put it all there
  and
how 
  long 
  can it last ?


2.

    i
struggle

with the coke can mountain
     and 
     the 
   picture book minds

with plusone broadcast times and 
    that 
  web machine 

with our houses
     black 
   damp proofing 
   lines
and the  wifi  wireless  radio
    un-
    seen


3.

    i
struggle
with  an egg with a feather on it

  and
    with 

the Bombs and the Overkill

   
4.

    i 
struggle with
us people  soft meccano
      in
     our
      download
   twilight

  us 

 relentless and legion

        but
    zerohoured and
       boxed and
       beaten and
       binned



5a.

    i
struggle
with
the
nature
we lived in

  the rocks and soil
  the trees and streams
  the open hands of fields
      and
     the
 fist twisted roots - 

  theyre
now
    dark mystery 
to our tv eyes


5b.

out there 
  where
the concrete ends
cement
pontoons
dissolve
into
tire torn landrover turf

its for the dogwalkers now
    for invisible wardens now
    for helicopter farmers now

and
the
unabomber 



Image result for the unabombers shed

from www.shedworking.co.uk 
a bird house based on the unabombers cabin

Saturday 24 December 2016

MORE TURD



good morning mrs poem

what do you have for me today ?

a
turd
pop ?

again ?

about 
how
all
the 
teflon depth charges are named mark

and 
how
i talk about him
like he was a son

and
how
that
yellow
paste

gets no name at all ?

done



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from inventors.about.com

Friday 23 December 2016

OLD GUYS AND THE TRUTH LAWNS - POPTASMS



1.

  we are past 

    Truth 

the rags yell-

completely 
   forgetting 
  their job

and i am only trying 
to 
get 
my first coffee down

and
it
tastes
like
boiled stone



3.


out the window -

no shitehawks on my lawn

its 
all 
clean out there

  the
leaves laid out by an artist

no headlines
  for
broken
  eggs
   in 
   the 
 young starling trees


3.

and the old guys
from the old times
who fought the old wars
still
go
up the shop  
             s l o w l y

for
their
8 am
rags

every single bad news day


4.

and
our
forever
queen 

wrinkled gin puppet
 empire fresh
  on her 
 golden potty
calls for lavendar

picking
a
castle
for
the
weekend




Image result for all the queen's castles
from www.onceuponatimeabc.wikia

Wednesday 21 December 2016

BLACKSIDE



i cant see past my nose
all the waters dirty
and the sky's the greyest
     anyones 
     ever seen

i feel like emily dickinson
if she'd met with e e cummings
and i got repeating lyrics
by ladies man leonard cohen
    
     looping 
     round and round

in the chemical warfare wasteland
  of
  my
  mind




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Tuesday 20 December 2016

BRIGHTSIDE



reaction is - duct tape
              over
              the
              webcam

reaction is - read some history
              read some 1984 
              for reassurance
                 that  
                 things 
                 have 
                 been 
                 this 
                 hysterical 
                 before

and tho thats no so great is it

theres 
progress 
to hold onto - light
               in
               the 
               margins

even chomsky admits to hope

and
  it
    might
      still
        be 
          possible 
            to 
              live 
                in 
                  peace
         and
       explore
        space
       together

    so  very  sorry
    epic  regretful 
    and 
              wiser


Image result for images happy chomsky
from pinterest - gnome chomsky


Friday 16 December 2016

MO' WORLD POPS



DYSTOPIA

dystopia oh dystopia

spank
me
in
the
town
square

for my disbelief
and
download
deficit


SOME OUTSIDE

my
morning
mercy
mission
in
the
murky mist

is a few steps
for
that fresh air 
on
real soil thats our home
in
space



ARSE ABOUT TIT

they paved our garden

cut it with
malls and motorways

now they plan
to
plant  nuture  grow

new gardens

on
dead
space
rocks



ARSE ABOUT TIT AGAIN

white coats in money labs
race
to
create
a
new 
people

more machines 

without fucking

 ( why ?  when we are legion
   and
   paddleless
   in
   shit creek )



Image result for westworld yul images
from decadesofhorror.com


Thursday 15 December 2016

WORLD POPS



OLD NEWS

we are not 
the good guys
anymore

all white hats are dark 
with 
terrible and complicit 
grime



FILL IN THE BLANK

trained and tamed
scared
so blame . . . [place country
                      ethnic minority
                      economic class or bloc
                      political party
                      fictitious social group
                here
                depending on decade]



ANALYSIS

we
are
consuming units
in a wifi cage
fed
to
diabetes and gastric emergency
on
cookiecutter movies
and
the
newspeak papers



HOSTAGES

in all honesty
best
tick

stockholm syndrome

in
the 
voting booth


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from cartoonmovement.com

Wednesday 14 December 2016

DONE LOOKING



for all the 
            plastic bravado
        that
            breaks like toys
        the 
            sick note word play
        thats
            a phantasm  a mask
for all the
            dark fantasies
            from
            back
            in
            the
            drunken cliche day
        that
            cling to my primate spine  
for all the
            blister pack zen
        thats
            poppies  armistice  2min silence
            in
            the
            wifi
            whirl
for all the
            video game repetition
        that
            daily reset after download night
for all the 
            missed  missed  missed
            moments
            between the steel and glass
            and
for all the            
            tiny optisim
        that
            went vroooooooom
            on
            the
            rug of nothing 
for all the 
            therapy moments
        
        when i was  new  alive
        
            out
            with
            the
            spiders  
  
            silver webs  

            and amazing  flying  birds
        
    in the mad-ordered forest 
            of
            broken
            dawn
        when my pupils 

        shrank drug tiny

       when i was  new  alive
            amazed 
            at
            the
            flying  flying  birds

for all the 
           time
           tolerant saviours in mufti 
           spoke
           simple
           sense
          
       and i let
           the carrion
           float
           away
         down stream
           and
         looked north  looked up

for all that
i still cant see my own end . . .

its
always 
in the 
last place 
you look
            they say

so i 
am done 
looking
            for today




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