DAMBUSTERS NATION MULTIPOPS 4

king arthur 
danced to blurred lines

  in a 
  no-smoking 
  pvc
  bus stop

~


them krays was lovely boys

       two world wars
    
   and one pot of tea 
       ta ma

~

  michael caine 
got a postumus asbo for zulu
  community service 
in liverpool
      1955

~

st george 
   sold pork in palestine

he came here once
   like elvis 

from chroniclelive.co.uk

DAMBUSTERS NATION MULTIPOPS 3

   our myth is vague
      a driveway uncemented

   bulldog tshirts
        &
   patio chairs 
     on the costa fc

~

       empire said 
we shall boldly go

     where no native
is welcome back from

~

under the war office rug

         are
   
   churchills later ideas
   the savilles 
     &
   bodkin adams

~


  morris dancers

well
  i could never stop laughing

  into
  my
  gin & crisps

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DAMBUSTERS NATION MULTIPOPS 2

     village green is
      biscuit tin pretty

sorrow flowers 
for dead glue child

~

     annual pub cricket 
     annual pub cricket

   cliques not worth 
           the poor buffet

~

my name is bond    
    brexit bond

    forward my cv to interpol
    please m

~

     lot to live up to
     more to live down

  set fire 
      to a high street bin

pic from weloveist.com

WERD ARMY

IT FELT LIKE CHEAP SPEED

DAMBUSTERS NATION MINIPOP 1

lennon mooned the queen

       mbe 
    in his 

    ny ono crack

pic from bostonglobe.com

AT THE ZOO

and 
my 
nose is against cool zoo glass  

and
i
watch the coldblood lizards there

they move 
in 
stop-motion freeze-frame

fast but slow

like
in
the 
b&w newsreels
all the 
side-partings watched
smoking filterless 
in the war years

and 
the 
polyester mammals
are
a
reflection 
spectre
behind
me

out of reach

out of reach
like history is
like dreams are

like everything is
in the emergency stop
of
breakdowns
weird
insight

from tanzaniasafariszanzibartravel.org

GOTTA LAUGH

you gotta laugh

you gotta try to laugh
when
you
feel
the awful fingers
of
mad bad truth

climbing their bitten nails
inside your exhaust port

not rock
not paper
not scissors

beats a real laugh

~

look at our heinous fuckpile 

as if from space
as if from history

and
you
will
find
which teachers
only repeat the sea

and which
surf the moons tide 
as home

jj moon

END OF MY TETHER

end of my tether !
end of my tether ?
assuming i have a tether
and if i do have a tether
i most likely made it myself
and bearing that in mind
then if i reached the end of my tether
then
well

words would be 
              shadows
and
i
would
be
              silence

white roses 

and tears

from dudespaper.com

BABY WITH THE BATH WATER

theres pomes
live in files

that
wont
work

no matter how much 
i take them out
to 
another moonless dance
and
butcher their dahlia blackness
with
pound shop knives
on
the
dogging tarmacadam

and
its
the
offal i keep
to
read in the dirt
like
tea leaves

and no it says
youre not done yet

and i worry i been doing it all wrong
and all the meat is all ruined now

and i accidentally wrote roadkill

didnt i ?

and
spread it all out
unreadable 
on
machine
crushed 
gravel

where forests once sang

from spellboundscribes.wordpress.org

BED LIFE

THRU THE FOG

SOME HEARTS

CRESCENT POPS

1 BIN

maureens not put
her bins out again

i wonder if she is dead

or
just
laying
in



2 OK

( shes fine
  never fills them up enough she says )

theres
a
photographer
round
the
corner

she says

who lures in baby badgers
from the fields
with pet shop chicks

and she hisses at the streetside cats
to keep them off her tiny lawn



3 PAPER BOY

the paper boy
is
such
a
bedraggled orphan
in
the
filthy
night

hood down in the rain
defeated by the wind

that i gift him a chocolate egg

from wheeliebins.co.uk

APOLOGY FROM THE OTHER SIDE (SPORK GIBBONS)

dear next generations

we were 
just

cutlery monkeys

hungry and jealous

juiced and crazy

on the nod
in polyester
and plywood

blinded
by
the
information cascade

drowning
in
the
junk mail brown envelope ppi rain

and short sighted
in
the

hollywood backdrop glare

and
we

couldnt

make

it

rhyme

in time

we are so so sorry about that

( ps
  we hear 
  the fallout
  will make for
  amazing sunsets )

from saratmd.com

SOMETHING HE SAYS

he says

theres

ALWAYS

something

to hear

in this notification age

he says

theres

ALWAYS

something

to count

now money is the hammer

and the anvil

he says

theres ALWAYS something

to crave

we are stuck

he says

between a clock

and a hard pace

we are stuck

he says

between a cock

and a lard face

youre NOT funny

i says

so - what do we do ?

head south

he says

antartica

he says

the etch-a-sketch continent ?

i says

yes

he says

leave your calculators

right there on the chair

with your oxfords

and your life-hack omnibus

but i will LOSE my assumed dimensions

i says

i must take a book

no

he says

THATS the point

you will find

Something Else

inside silences

rebel yell

oh will i ?

i says

sooo – you not coming then ?

and he says

wouldnt

be

silent

if

i

did

now would it ?

pic from gizmodo.com

ANTEROOM

the unformed loom in the gloam - 

a lost dog or minor deity ?

dont matter no difference
on this dark dome 

cos
either 
way 
i
bet
you

a leg is raised
in
baptism and piss
for 
the
desperate unions here

in
the
anteroom of the dead 

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