Friday, 22 June 2018

TWO ZEN POPS




ZEN POP THE 1ST

i rewound my accelerator

i smelt the coffee
i smelt the roses
i took a pinch of salt

i held it all motionless

with plastic zen

in the cubicle privacy
of shrubs and fences

in the shade



ZEN POP THE 2ND

the first time
i wore
blue jeans

i knew
i had
arrived

imported workwear
child sewn
prison worn

plastic zen 
stonewashed
selvedge
jimmy dean





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Thursday, 21 June 2018

TWO MORE GARDEN POPS



GARDEN POP THE 1ST

a june orchard apple tree
its rude plump fruit
its delirious
overdone
colouring-in 

winter
trees
must
dream of this

in
their
hooked and stalky
broom-like
desolation



GARDEN POP THE 2ND


the stressed up-dug 
forced nature noise
of next doors
creak-scream wood gates
spoke to my boneyard of block paving

it
replied
with 
only
weeds

and the superior silence
of stasis





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Wednesday, 20 June 2018

TWO GARDEN POPS




GARDEN POP THE 1ST

the birds clacked and clicked

almost in remonstration
it seemed to me

and there was no wind

no wind at all

like all the kisses
had
gone
away



GARDEN POP THE 2ND

in my 
subjective opinion
life is a very
subjective experience

i announce 
unoriginally and uselessly

to
the
gardens
busy
dumb
fauna and flora

that struggles 
uncomplaining
unquestioning
every day
from
the
borders
heavy
bad clay

and it blooms





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Tuesday, 19 June 2018

TWO BEDROOM POPS




BEDROOM POP THE IST


fans dry monotone drone
cats asthma breath
birds immediate call
comes in the window
from the belly of the sky



BEDROOM POP THE 2ND

the bedsheet topography
is
a
rolling rutted
grey arctic waste

bobbled with topiary fluff

when you
cant move
cant move
cant move




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Monday, 18 June 2018

TWO WATER POPS




WATER POP THE 1ST

i decide 
to have 
a good day

the abyss on my heels

does it matter
if the sun shines ?

~

i
am
an
absorbing eye

no snap judgement
no noticeable self
a fish out of water

down-low red alert beeps
silent coded epiphany seeps

before breakfast pills
fill in the space
above my shoes

~

it matters if the sun shines-

it keeps 
the abyss 
in the cistern

subdued by blue scented jelly



WATER POP THE 2ND

steel hulls force waves
to power out
like influence
and decree

diagonal ridges on the run
in
a
riled river 
of oil and ink

racing for the masts
of the sunken
bomb-ship
carcass

~

tanker of fonts
shed its load
out in the estuarys
great grey wedge

shoes off
at dusk
i count the moons in the surf

collect metaphors
bobbing against
storm wall cement 

under the failed outreach
of
all
the
ruined
wharves
sunken sign-off similes






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Friday, 15 June 2018

SPECIAL DIETARY NEEDS




guts
of
the
world
shifting

( guessing here )

angry wearing cement
burnt thru the bonnet
by chemical sanitation

soon
move
her
massive
mighty
bowels

( my opinion )

her self defence pepper spray
vs
our concrete underground car stack
equals
last youtube star

~

us-
too stuffed 
to
notice

too starving
to care

( every shade in between )

suffer a sad salad
for
a
day
atop a hill of bones

all of you

( except for 
  special dietary needs
  or religious holiday )

~

theres plastic clots
under the sunshine rug

our bitten mother
tied and 
whipped and 
wild and

she would knocks us down
for the hungry homeless animals

their silent worship wins





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Wednesday, 13 June 2018

DYING ART




suicide
is
a
dying
art

announces the man to no one
wobbling and sweating and gurning

alone 
on the 
steel bridge ledge rivets

hes going
to nowhere
to nothing

hes going
to a 21st century heaven

why not why not

or to 
hospital and inquisition

he is
ecstatic and free and terrified

wearing his last shoes
and his clever pun

smug that he packed 
a lunch for himself






Tuesday, 12 June 2018

NIGHTS MORNING SHADOW



who is you ?

who
in my lay-in dreams
knows me so well

as the binmen 
rattle and drag
our rinds away

who is you ?

who
i see in forests and malls
in Our Price
drifting on the social downwinds
of
the reimagined days 
of 
back then 
long ago 
and gone

who is you ?

cos when i wake 
your face
becomes 
that
of
eight different sexless strangers or more

and
then
the comedown daylight

blows
you all
away

like dust




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Monday, 11 June 2018

DOWN THE LANE




we would scrabble
and slip and slide
to see pigs snuffling
over the other side
of the slate stone wall

in easter sunday silence
we would watch chicks hatch
in hot light bulb arenas
and guilty we would chose one  
to cook for christmas dinner

tho i never believed
the farmer really
kept track

and the dogs he kept
in the barnyard cage
would shatter me 
with their barking




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Thursday, 7 June 2018

GEOFF INSIDE THE ATOMS OF THE MORNING



the dr was no help and the pain was only pain.
its commuter o clock.  
school run time approaching.  
theres no cabs on the thin land.
i limp to a cafe thats only five times further than i thought.  
the traffic is an insane whirl.
my hips only half on fire.
in the cafe i ask for coffee and sit down inside the morning, its radio chatter, extractor fan hum.
its like great boats are sliding by high above.
so in comes geoff.  
i havent seen him for 20 years.  
im guessing here.
it was back in the mall.  
back in the stores.  
we sold white goods, luggage, flat pack bookcases, stereos.
he worked mornings for no pay for an outreach program.  
i thought of him as a forever child.
other thought him a strange duckling.
i would lose half the morning saying no geoff, not there geoff, over here geoff, geoff GEOFF and he would laugh and tickle all the girls.
well now he sits two tables down and one over.  
hes clapping like a seal.
he looks the same.  
he dresses the same.  
shiny elbows new trainers.
he laughs like a child.  
he slaps the waitress on her bare arm in play.
he gets tea sausage beans.  
has a crisp new tenner.  
its the only thing in his wallet.
wondering what would happen if i said hello, i dont.
i tug my hat lower and sit still inside the morning and its similar atoms.
i feel needles radiating out from my palms.
the shine and colour and large windows of the cafe are like a fish tank.
geoff claps like a seal.  
his feet bounce up and down.  
he finishes his breakfast.  
slaps arms.  
uses his tenner.
carefully his change goes inside a zipped compartment.  
he leaves laughing.  
if he was dressed differently and i didnt know better i would think him a morning drunk.
over the street he opens the door to the pdsa charity shop.
i feel the drone of heavy ships high above. 
needles radiate out my palms.
20 years and geoff is still geoff.
i wonder if theres comfort there or not.
i pay.  
i leave.
going to the cab place i look in the pdsa.
geoff is behind the till with an unhappy woman.  
he puts his mug of brew down and claps like a seal.
i get a cab easier now.
home.  
no drone.  
no boats.  
not a fish tank.
inside the atoms of the morning.





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