Thursday, 31 May 2018
Wednesday, 30 May 2018
HINTERLAND MAZE
years like an exocet
days like a mule
dance the doldrum salad
into
a
vegetable rainbow
mourn
the rush
the gush
the warming
yawning down tricyclics
for
the
long black backlash
sublimely stalling
in
the
hinterland maze
of
youths
ambiguous
destination
from keywordsuggest.or
Tuesday, 29 May 2018
DISCLAIMER
i dont know what a poem is. i wouldnt presume to know what a poem is. i forget what a poem is.
limerick-
there was a young man called dagenham
(tho he wasnt really)
who wasnt actually from dagenham
(its a place)
he was called ford
(tho he wasnt really)
he didnt drive a ford
(he didnt drive anything)
there was a ford plant at dagenham
(its closed now)
see ?
sea.
so poems- mistakes and a glue gun. a treaty on demarcation zone minutiae written in the fidget trenches of the eternal war of blessed blamed cursed crimson existence. an inscription on a longsword slicing all the phantom and branded umbilicals.
i remember a rule-
persistence.
i remember a rule-
resistance.
so poems- an idea laid with class. a remembered event invested with the importance of diminished years . . . the curse of the rosy glasses. catch it if it lets you. or track it for months for years thru the slimy undergrowth of yesterdays unglorious murk.
so poems- rain in the morning. a lovers yawn. a cats paw. washing on a summer line. jism in a prism. ibsen in prison.
gypsum.
krypton.
jism in a prism.
so poems- an investigation of the motivation of the population in copulation.
cos someones doing it somewhere at any and every time of the day. liquid soul.
so poems- commiseration of deliberation. misappropriation of defibrillation. the consternation of the factotum. adoption on probation.
my war gone by. i miss it so.
so- see ?
sea.
when its a stale wall, all a stale wall, no cracks in there to mine, i look out the window.
i climb the shoulders of misanthropes.
the wall defends itself and i know nothing.
i read guff and buck.
i read james elroy.
i read backwards.
i read me and wonder.
wonder and me read i.
so poems- a by product or end product ?
so poems- i have lost what they are. so i read. on the toilet. stuff out one end and in the other. i see if i can recognise one when i see it. the poems. not the shit. tho some days . . .
and theres some kind of gulf thats crossed when you open a book. rewards are a crapshoot. force of will.
haiku-
i write a haiku
forget how many syllables
still pond water ripples
see ?
sea.
words are nothing without an order. except for some . . . like pandemic and exit. i am one of shakespears monkeys. i wrote his full stops.
so i leave the mess thats not a mess. i take a breath that is a breath. i breath in a mess . . . and play music out the player- borrow someone elses breath-mess.
so i manufacture broad advice- cherish the many and any gendered rocks we lean on. dont live for heaven. its not there. its here. and its fucked. unfuck your corner everyone.
make it up. blow smoke on it.
now i am always saying that.
write something. persistence. it will have its own curve if its true. you have to listen to it. have to see.
sea.
like its a river. ride it out to sea. see. and abandon it well before land falls from view.
sea.
dont try. do.
if you cant do. do anyway. lip read your heart beat.
dont do - do more.
i am in a kerfuffle. an echo bubble. and the banter with the voices- gone clabby and awkward. like someone i worked with six years ago next to me on the bus.
to paraphrase the stones- its only poetry, but i (think) i like it.
i hope it likes me. for realsies.
should i ask it ?
or watch tv ?
see ?
sea.
welcome to plastic zen.
from fanpop.com
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Monday, 28 May 2018
Sunday, 27 May 2018
Saturday, 26 May 2018
MUSIC POP
Friday, 25 May 2018
SPAM SHOW
them-
feeding
their
time
into
the
memory
blender
me-
watches
from
the
other
side
of
the
farm
you-
read
a
hundred
meanings
or
none
us-
haunted
spam
show
with
no
good
ending
from youtube.com
Thursday, 24 May 2018
Wednesday, 23 May 2018
BEDROOM LANDS 5
back
then
we said Boat Drinks
like in that film
like we had control
unthinking
on dry drained
hill marsh land
but our plans had their own plans-
shot up the arse
left in a dumpster
like in
that film
~
back
then
the
s e p a r a t i n g
moves of universal turns
sat messed up and howling
in homebrew sediment
and who were we
to do anything
but
wait and roll ?
~
moves
bit
unstoppable
in
unrememberable
goodbye slices
alone but for horses
i saw a bird
fly backward
in high wind
on the allotment path
one dishcloth day
~
bedroom lands become
unhome rental holes
damage deposits
711 stolen bread
weird vibes
in
the
broken lift stairwell
new pub desperation
sang lionel richie
down
the
landline
~
and the hedgehogs
that patrolled
parent-tended
moon-silver lawns
where we barked our drum beats
till the grey paste dawn
are
gone
too
brian may
tv speaks
his
springwatch concern
from express.co.uk
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Tuesday, 22 May 2018
BEDROOM LANDS 4
RIZLA
same smell
of MFI MDF
same stolen
brown laminate
canteen trays
but
a
different
rainbow of rizla
CIGARETTES
with six
types of weed
i would cry
accidentally on speed
its
more damn cigarettes
i need
ADIDAS
all
the
reformed monsters
got
the
same
denim
on
subpop shirts
competing rubber-toe adidas
ripcurl
on
coiled
cable
carpet
CABLES
snake atrophy
twist like art
to
vhs and crt
and back-of-a-lorry
monitor audio cones
plastic rivers
thru
the
kipple crumbs and carcinogens
of
one-room
living
SHOE RULES
smell-
different washing machine protocol
different shoe rules
differently observed
same mellow smoke billow
hugs same artex
same hot rocks
puncture different pillow
same empties
ashtary sentries
on the floor
HIGH
and
my
face was weird
in
the
watermark mirrors
of
different bathrooms
different light
wasted and drained
pale and bombastic
high
pic from india.com
Monday, 21 May 2018
WHATS KNOWLEDGE GOT TO DO WITH IT ?
if
you
dont
KNOW
who
you
ARE
you STILL are
who YOU are
knowledge
is
your
court appointed
system obligated
defence
inhale it
and
you shit
your animal
out
from screenrant.com
Sunday, 20 May 2018
Saturday, 19 May 2018
Friday, 18 May 2018
BACK THEN
at
3
4
5
AM
i walk home
headphones in
something psychedelic
on
a
magnetic reel
sailing above time
and
i
ask
the
night
cats
impossible questions
under the moons
stained hole
and
aid
stuck hedgehogs
up
the
fortress
wall
of
curbstones
away from dawn traffics
killing
wheels
4
5
AM
i walk home
headphones in
something psychedelic
on
a
magnetic reel
sailing above time
and
i
ask
the
night
cats
impossible questions
under the moons
stained hole
and
aid
stuck hedgehogs
up
the
fortress
wall
of
curbstones
away from dawn traffics
killing
wheels
from adamiphoto.com
Thursday, 17 May 2018
Wednesday, 16 May 2018
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