GOD SAID WHAT ?

stretching out 
in the hot pm

fan on my feet

i dream

and a god comes to see me

yeah right then listen
he says
i exist alright
lets get that out there
but only once you see ?
thats what everyone gets so wrong

and
i
wake
in
a
weird fug
of
dark isolation

i put this down to possible fumes
from
the
cheap-as-arse pound shop sleeping mask
strapped
over
my
glazzies

from azquotes.com

THE DAYS WATCHING

the day 
all the days
i dont know what to do with them
theyre like tambourines 
in the snow

i got my colour tv 
and my dylan lps
i grind up fresh coffee beans
breathing new stainless 
electric vapour
up at the same ceiling whirls
where my grandfather
blew his yellow pipe smoke

the days well theyre like
one of those portraits 
in a gallery
or on a wood paneled wall 
in a horror films 
creaking mansion
where the painted eyes 
seem to follow you
which ever chair arm
you perch on dubious
and sipping at a drink

the days well theyre like 
i been flagged up
and all the teachers
and all the policeman know
and now theyre ready
to bear down
and bite at my ear
angry with agendas
angry with the writing
and the unmowed lawn

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SUNDOWNS TIMEOUT

at
sundowns
timeout
some of us
pick a survivable poison
for 
the 
nights
solo
ride

~

at
sundowns
timeout
some of us 
blunt the days
terrible obsessions
into
butcher hacked 
bitesize chunks

and
file
them
away
where our fond misconceptions
will
never
look

~

at 
sundowns
timeout
some of us 
poison each other
in
elaborate
lengthy
unspoken
suicide 
pacts

mean words
like horror show fx
ring
brittle 

against a pair 
of 
shining empty black vases
from 
john lewis

~

at
sundowns
timeout
the 
wall mounted flatscreen

five hectares wide

broadcasts
unwatched

and the new rattan garden furniture
out on the month old decking

( lit like an art installation
  by security lights
  bright as the sun )

a purchase never properly discussed
and waiting to be returned

is
escalated
into
inlaw
assassination

from johnlewis.com

THE DAYS LOOKING

the day is the face
of a head in a hood

its like a fridge hum with eyes

its an
attentive 
unstable 
streetside
ripple 

and
maybe 
it looks off somewhere else
but
we
never
catch
it

and
maybe its no more pleased about it
than
we
are

i
see
it
as
an unblinking lizard
dancing on hot sand
making
that
noise
like a hoover does
when
its 
next door
or
one floor up
threatening the walls
or
the
whirled artex ceilings

and it sends in 
big black flies
to find us
if we lay our withering bulks down inside
in
a half-arsed attempt
to
hide
in the afternoons
dead fish 
ebb tide

from littlemissteacher.com

MONDAYS DROPPINGS

PRODUCTION

on the toilet
i am a man farm
making shit
for
no 
roses


AND EXTRACTION

and 
after 
it
is 
all
over
there is space

inviting reflection inside


THEN REFLECTION

real animals
shit on their boundary
eat something
destroy something
bloody their claws
and
fall into sleep
untroubled
on the worlds dirt

i am good for the first three

maybe
four


WHICH IS EXHAUSTING

as giant 
as a yawn 
and twice 
as needy
i sit 
on a folding chair

witness to the daily soft parade

histories headstones
and dead bouquets 
in
my
bag


SO I REST

i
am
mostly invisible

inside a kind of gas
and a £4 charity cloak

and
the
smell
of
fresh turned soil

SELF PORTRAIT AND PIGEONS

MONOCHROME GARDEN HOME

FIND ME A MANTRA 3/3

well i been
deep in a heavy 
philosophising jag

black rumination
on decay and the
soft condition

then
i
came
down
from
the
brain
clouds
to
the 
sofa
to
watch
a
dozen
or so

trailer park boys
back to back
on tv

i feel like
a nobel prize winning
mathematician
watching a cat
drink from its bowl

sometimes its hard 
to know what
to
think
about
it
all

~

and theres sirens too
out there on the A13

a falling whine
rolling like a tide
that
makes
me
straighten
and look
like a 
meerkat
would

someone is hurt out there
and people are helping

gospel
and
solution

a mantra for these days

someone is hurt out there
and people are helping

bubbles by dadelmann from hugelol.com

FIND ME A MANTRA 2/3

what to write
when your mind is set
like
front
drive
cement
punched
and
ribbed
with
the
streetside 
shorthand
of the
starlike
shapes 
of bmx kids
blunt hands
telling
one old
one line
graffiti
story
of a date
one day
in
1985
?

~

then theres this bird
in the bush
out the front

its pink flowers
fell out last week

well he sings minimalism chirps
in
pretty good time
with
iggy pops american valhalla

its like he practiced all night
to
debut
it
for me
today

and
i
feel
weak 
with gratitude 
and sickness mist

~

well theres no tickboxes 
on govmnt forms 
for 
my
current
hydraulic 
leaks . . . is there for yours ?

and the bird 
off he goes now

to
find
what
he
needs
for
the
day

from land.allears.net

FIND ME A MANTRA 1/3

what to write
when you want to write
but
all
your
notes
are 
like 
from 
a lunatics 
therapy diary

heavy on 
toilet 
observations
and the 
deliberate 
slide of the sun

~

i
need
a
mantra
that
steams
like
harmonies 
from out the compost

that
inspires
like
the daisies
losing
themselves
in
the
school
yards
melting
tarmac

still blinding white
and egg yolk yellow

under a simple
childish
sun

from recycleforlewisham.com

TUESDAY POPS

GIVE IT A NAME
(FULL ENGLISH MESSFAST)

my raggedy meat posey
is
a
weep from a wound
i
picked
at
in the cough and surprise
of
first
rising

~

am i pan with angst
dancing like a dad
in dawns hard hinterland
wearing
wife
hemmed
pale 
jeans ?

or a field casualty
half fried like burger van bacon
and
clabby
in
the
clubbing
comedown ?

~

give it a name for me

i will write it 

on
all
my
shirts
washing labels

in supermarket sharpie

like in little school



YOU CAN TELL THE DEVILS TRYING

but
it
all
feels
like
a 
half-arsed nightmare
among
the
custard cream crumbs
doesnt it ?

peanut dust
in my belly button
again
when the wifis out

and thats ok

its those slices
of overlit hd awareness

sharp as knives

that
tear
open
my
lomographic holga mind
into
a
pocket
apcalypse

you can tell the devils trying
but we are british

all
chips
baked beans
sorries

and a strange malleable birthright

with ketchup on

from telegraph.co.uk

INTERNATIONAL HAND SIGNALS

MONDAY POPPADOMS

ELECTIONS AS A QUIZ
WAR AS A HEIST

time was i used to laugh
at
bush jr
at his cia daddy
at
that
whole skullfaced crowd
stinking it up
and
the
drinks
came
fast
back then
tripping
on
their own cool heels
and
i
sat
bug eyed mad and drunk
hooked into rolling news

i can hardly laugh now
only manage some kind of bark
like
my
throats
dried
up
cos its dawn again
and i see 
a firing squad
lining up
in the rags of mist

maybe
its
cos
of
age exhaustion and awful awareness

or
the snowflake compassion
thats expanding 
in my soft cabbage mind

and i wonder now
now i'm shy of headlines 
if
rolling
booze
is
the
only
sane
reaction
when your leaders are certifiable
or
worse

seem to work
for the
russians



COFFEE POP

he said 
he would come for a coffee at noon

so he came for a coffee 
at half past noon

and
we
sat
under
one
single
50 mile
contrail
like a chalk line
on
a
blackboard
we
had
sat in front of
struggling to learn french

50 thousand
years
ago


BEACH PAST POP

sat out in the low spring sun
in its low wattage
and residual chill
i 
am 
reminded
of being a kid
on englands windy beaches
forcing fun 
out the rockpools
and sand

searching for enid blyton caves

and waiting on the lunch rolls
the ice cream run
the seaside lights at night
and
a
pub
garden
with its mysterious free smell
of 
beer

from amazon.co.uk

SUNSHINE PICTOMAGRAPHS

FRIDAY POPPADOMS

A TV AD
I FORGET FOR WHAT

theres
a
tiger
in the bungalow

hes
half tranq'd
fully b'tiful
prob endangered
and
the 
contrast is delicious
when
he
lays
across
the 
divan
like
a
lightning striped 
deep-velvet emperor

noble 
and
guiltless

and i am jealous
window shopping
online
again


COUNT YOUR WEIRD BLESSINGS

if you got no legs johnny
and those tories johnny
they
cut
your
money 
and took your bedroom

but
you cant get out anyway johnny
to
see
what
else
they gone and done can you ?

so you see johnny
them tories got a plan dont they ?

much
more
than
just
spite


UNVOLUTION

we climbed out the lakes
saw the land
thought
fuck this
and quickly hid in the trees
and 
when we got our blood up
and came down again
we stood in the weird water 
of 
the 
looking 
glass
wasting ourselves
wondering at the moon

our opposing thumbs
stuck in the air

for a fast lift
out 
of
there

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