SOCIAL CONSCIENCE MEDLEY AND A BAD JOKE

THRU THE COTTON WOOL

meditation
is some weird animal

a fat monkey
still as dust

unharmed on the meatpile

in the
lion park

~

new lamps 
for
inside lights

raincoats and umbrellas
dumped in the porch

fresh shadows
new pictures
new angles
thicker speaker cable
does something

something

to rewire
the
let-down merry-go-round
and
demon strut
lay-away

~

i am punching
like a baby punches

thru a two block length
of
cotton wool

i am attempting 
autopsy in mittens 
in power cut
pirate mist

~

fewer whimpers
in the prison ward
these days

please expound
my other mind
that half-arsed friendly witness
says

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ACCIDENTAL RADIO

i hear voices murmur
ten counts of guilty
in
the
mute tv suggestion

tvs square hips jutt
in indignation

~

i hear string quartets
high tea hum
in
the
sub-wall plumbing

hotel foyer tour
in hot water pipes
comes
across
lo fi quadraphonic

~

i hear techno 
sound distant
known criminal assembly
in
the
bathroom cistern refills
hasty invisible agenda

cash for aspirin
strongarm job
weep out by the guy ropes

~

i hear a velvet underground
empty ballroom 
quine tapes jam
inside
heat pipes 
first autumn 
tremble flush

lous unholstered lament 
buried in bleed slush mix

~

i hear neil youngs
cut bruise grunge
in the
fuse boxes
brass knuckle
breaker iron click

slow motion sugar mountain
on rug soaked black

~

i 
savour
this 
everyday 
accidental 
radio

soft spotify in my brainpan
subscription is water rates
need anyway

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MOCIAL SEDIA

BAD MEDITATION

kundalini
ate
my
third chakra

when
all the thoughts
i let drift by
like
clouds
in
summer
breeze

became stukas 
that
dive-bombed on my face

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A MONDAY MORNING IN THE WORLD

1. DIDN'T DIE AGAIN

everything 
is an 
ugly pile
to 
retarded morning eyes

we did not die 
in the nights 
short dark surrender

a day is reissued
from 
out the 
backlog queue



2. HICCUPS

left arm aloft
and
three pints of water
makes 
me
sick

water
comes up
still cold

i disgust me

hiccups gone



3. FILIGREE SARCOPHAGI

i sit with the toilet

lid up

not knowing what to do

so we reminisce

good times & bad times

waiting
for dawns
brief heaven
to
light
the
cobwebs into filigree

and the bath
into
sarcophagi 

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SCI FI SUNDAY 2

ADAPTABILITY

CAFE COFFEE POPS

CAFE SONG

chefs call & response

  organic
  wall of
  mono

  yello lego memory



DR DOLITTLES ABATTOIR

strip lights 
   white stripes
   
in black mirror of coffee

      voices
      bleat



INDOOR WEATHER

cold bites outside

   on
   commute o clock street

my mind muffled 
like in snow



WALLS LIE

walls look like
intricate brickwork

but its flat
   
  just
printed on



PROBLEM SOLVED

  steam hiss d
              e
               e
                e
                 e
                  pening

froth wont stop

wipe clean 
laminate



IMPRESSIONS

  pretending to
             be
           mineral
             or
            stone

 tea cup saucers
 ring brittle bells

SKIN DEEP

church tower gone

obvious fm
            well its hooks 

dont / cant 
reach in me

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COUNTING THE MOON

scene-
long shadows
in a 
winter alley

daytime
licks
at
the
bins

there-
the ghost of Was
meets 
the spectre of Could

scene-
discarded toys
sunfucked plastic

tire ruts
knots of weed

there-
they file cliches
in 
the
ruins of a childs fort

scene-
night now

weak stars
rip torn cloud

there-
filing finished
they
count
the
moon

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GLITTER BOMBS ONLY

forest 
calls
me

cabin 
it says
air and snow

cabin calls me

build me 
it says

tomorrow
today
in the rain

be like the unabomber
it says

but 
more
acceptably 
sane

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WHERE MURDER IS BLAMELESS

the machine churns
it just does

whether i approve or not
mostly fekking not

the machine
its hot and heavy
for bullshit and blood

its churning 
into 
cannibal madness

and
i
can
be
free of it
with the tv

holding onto attenboroughs hand
thru
the
canadian wetlands

where
all
the 
murder is blameless

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A PLAY ALONG FORD DAGENHAM PLAY ALONG PLAY KIT

1.   moan about broadcast tv

2.   lament the prevalence 
     of The Screen these days

2a.( imply These Days
     are an aftermath )

2b.  capitalise the wrong words
     to make them the right words

3.   detail too 
     The Screens 
     essential escape

3a.( mention the tv glass people
     as buckowski called them 
     while keeping 
     buckowski references 
     to a minimum )

3b.( call buckowski chinaski
     so people know you know stuff )

4.   pick a childhood memory

     eg buttered crumpets
     after wednesday swimming

5.   then pick from the following-
     shopping mall
     block paving
     the still blacktop river
     our dim monkey paws

5a.  pick what you like here
     have some fun 
     trees / hats are good ones

6.   bring up
     some forgotten
     something or other
    
     senses maybe ?  pack dependency ?

7.   draw a line 
     between nature
     and us
     loudly wondering WHY

7a.  then smudge it with
     ancient astronauts
     and the nephilim

8.   coin a phrase
     about humanity
     eg carbon chess 

9.   what did the postman bring ?
     books ?
     a bill ?

10.  use a couple of these ?
     and one or two of these -
     and a /

11.  and delete them in disgust
     to add again
     after lunch
     with the resignation
     of mature acceptance

12.  then
     maybe
     ramble
     into
     possible
     cut-up territory
     but accidentally
     come up with a satisfying rhyme

     or not
     not forcing it is fine

11.  mention time of course
     maybe like its a cake
     stale outside
     soggy inside
     so only the cream is the cream

12.  sign off with a line
     that undermines the whole

12a. or with a line that doesnt
     or a line thats ambiguous
     or a line from out of nowhere

13.  pretend to be a movie
     and
     count your grey pubes
     in public

     thats it ! number 13
     ignore the rest 

     pretend to be a movie
     and
     count your grey pubes
     in public

14.  youre allowed to stop now

15.  then spellcheck
     tutting at the 
     ignorant suggestions

16.  add a semi-relevant pic
     credit it as best you can

17.  share online

18.  rest

     fin

19.  and repeat tomorrow
     until 
     you die
     or dont

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SCI FI SUNDAY