HPPY NW YR ETC

again a years gone

thank you for reading hatchbacks

springs
distance
disturbs

pic from haltcatchfire.com

B&W-MAS

HAIKU DUO

INCOMING


styrofoam coffee

flowers 
       on the fm winds


fridge hum / counter strike ?





ANOTHER COFFEE


cold snap
so gloves out

coffee from the motherland 

white aprons 
white noise 

from tilitnyc.com

HAIKU TWO OF

OUTSIDE


outside of it all

hedges and air and cement
                      and 

on
a
spur
of
ledge



DEJA VU


rolling deja vu

wind whips peaks on the river

family 
blanket

from pinterest

HAIKU X TWO

ILLNESS


rainfall darkens bark

puddle mirrors 
                winter fog

dutch
elm
disease




BREAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS


dawn is night mourning

we're heroes
            in the come down 

  then

  like
  salmon

  up 

from deborahsilver.com

TWO HAIKU

DOUBLE GLAZING


outdoors is silent

its double glazing doing that 

                   its
                 double
                 glazing 




MILTON KEYNES


i hear earth        
spin its 

          resigned tired diagram 

  beat by
milton keynes

from open.edu

I WONDER

again i wonder

        again i wonder
        in rain

i
wonder
again

from temblor.net

ANOTHER CAFE / HAIKU

calm quiet sideshow 

          calm ?
          this early
it is  yes

cutlery like bells

pic from direct.asda.com

NO NAMES

i
argue
with
this
voice
in my head

mostly in the kitchen

on
all
the
big subjects
of
the
day

its not quite
a devils advocate

more
the
voice
of
people 
i worked with
i played with
from
anywhere
in
the
past
decades

mostly people who were wrong
most of the time
in
a
very
special stubborn 
way
but no names no names

and i dont know them anymore
but
i
must
set
them
straight

mostly in the kitchen

even tho 
theyll
never know

from theatlantic.com

MACEDONIA 2 / HAIKU

i wrote a petal

called macedonia

tho
i
flower
been

from flowermeaning.com

THE PLANET OF SLUMS

CARDBOARD DREAMING

those

poor

carbon

stacks

delegated

an

unbelievable

unrelatable

shitarse

nothing

trapped

by

economics

in the

sad bad acres

of landfill ghetto

on

this

planet of slums

well they dream of having dreams

under polythene and pollution

on biodegradable cardboard sheets

OLYMPIC BULLDOZER

remember when

the bulldozers came ?

and flattened

our awful shacks ?

remember when

the olympics came ?

and they built that wall

to hide us from the road ?

no ?

too busy trying

to fuel

basic metabolism functions ?

me too me too

tho i always wondered

if those bulldozers

they got souls ?

and i feel for them

i mean made for building

werent they ?

and

look

what

they

had

to

do

whats that ?

the drivers you say ?

fuck em

theyre where

civil disobedience

should start

PASS THE BRANDY

theres a purity in being poor

dont you think ?

the simple life

of a frugal man

its got a ring to it

dont you think ?

imagine owning like two things ?

that must be liberating

dont you think ?

like being a monk i imagine

i mean if they

really wanted out

well theyd do something

about it wouldnt they ?

they must LIKE it there

dont you think ?

i can empathise in a way

i mean the waiting list

for bentleys these days

i blame the russians

dont you ?

well come on

pass the brandy

tarquin old chap

i cant face

the stables and mother sober

ARISTOCUNTS

and we cherish them

dont we ?

its our culture

isnt it ?

the races

afternoon tea

ski chalets

the boys club

daddys off-shore

the estate

the penthouse

butlers

maids

stable boys

an ancient groundskeeper

pheasants

foxes

stiff upper lips

backbone

harmless isnt it ?

like

a

costume

drama

like when we had india

MIDDLE

and the

royal-crazy mentalists

on the

low rungs

and the

professional clusterfuck

in the

madness middle

they

defend

the

world

above

them

preserve it

its their dream

all sure

they got some

blue blood somewhere

and

they

all

want

pity

for being left out

a guiltless way in

and never having

to look down

again

at those

trapped

down there

by

economics

on our

planet of slums

from amazon.com

CALL THEM OUT

tear
the
ribbon
out
the
night

make a bow
with it
that looks
like a knot

pull
the
string
from
the  
day

make a knot
with it
that looks 
like a mistake

then throw them on the rug

and read them 
like tea leaves
like chicken bones

like those 
crease lines of coincidence
dug into your paws *

and then call them out
on
all
the absence
you
found
there

then bin the fuckers

or leave the fuckers there

in
case
you
read
them
wrong

from yourtango.com

* ( that you

   still today

   look at

   and wonder at

   with the vague hope

   of a childs superstition 

   you

   never

   fully shake -

   where is it ?

   wheres the money line ? )

CHECK

chin up
finger out
game face on

check

cover your bones
with that polyester cotton
take another leap of faith
into the 

watercolour / holodeck / wes anderson show

that looks 
just like yesterday
did

dont ask / dont wonder / dont obsess
how 
   can 
      this 
          be ?

check

remember
stiff upper lip son
and
dont explain
dont complain

check

and dont look down

unless
youre very very sure 
of your footing

out there
on
the
rotten
rungs

check

and onwards
the samewards

into
that
darkening
reduction

that glare of never heaven

that
rolling 
d
 i    i
        p 
    s       a 
            
  s           t        
                       o
                i 
                    
                          n 

thats entropy on slo-mo

check

and remember too
maintenance is ALL

thru the verse 
of daytimes
forced meter

into
the
collapsing
loose elation
chorus

of nights sigh

the abyss by alexiuss from deviantart.com

GREEN SLEEVES

THEY DREAM OF DREAMS

we
wallow and whine
in
the
polythene mountains
of
our
empty
plenty

manufacturing 
a 
desolate sort of acceptance
streaming films on minimalism
on the main hd tv

waiting on 
another supermoon
to tease us 
from behind
britains
overcast
indigo felt

and those others
them on the tv appeals

them that smile wide eyed
at a hand-me-down overcoat

they dream
of having dreams

from matthewoldfield.photoshelter.com

WAVING THE BUSES PAST

i
dont
move
now
how
i
used
to

i used to dance
with the heavy stock
in a warehouse ballet

tipping
endless
trucks
in
the
hurricane storm theatre
of
a
night shifts
dense AM
service road
fox parade

~

now i drag myself now

gimpy

lame

along the evacuated 
daytime streets
to the
bus stop benches

where i fold up
and wheeze
on the downlow
so no one knows

waving the buses pass

i only want outdoor air

and a glimpse
of
the
streetside
and 
the 
flashbacks
i left there

~

and
i
feel 
like 
an 
office-busted pensioner feels
in their 
last outdoor 
dog walking days

ankles wired
to the antiques roadshow
and 
the 
easy chair tune

but i dont wear 
their beige uniform

i will never wear 
that beige uniform

~

and
i
feel
like
i
been
eaten
up
by
the early chapters
proposition and drama
and
am
a 
shadow of a subplot

in danger of
heavy editing

~

so 
i 
quietly go about
my essential work
in
the
morning pockets

filing the reports
and 
writing the footnotes
under
the
cotton mist

but plotting 
a 
steppenwolf redemption

and planning 
a 
war with the machines

in
a
geriaction
sequel
coda

clumber park cricket ground bus stop from bbc.co.uk