Friday, 29 June 2018

OFF CUTS FROM THE SLUSH PILE




PLASTIC BY OSMOSIS

how
much
of 

our lunch and supper

our biobodies and breakfast

the fish
the sea
and
water table

is
stabbed
with
fragments
now

of the
very
same
plastic bic lighters

i
bought
by
the
dozen

on cross channel ferries
on hovercraft
and in 
heathrow terminal 3 ? 





from ec21.com



CONCRETE RUG

under the million jolly jostling waves

sit abandoned subs

nuclear belches ferment
inside iron bellies

old dreams foul hangover
swept under 
20 years 
of concrete rug





from themoscowtimes.com



WHAT EARTH SHALL
THE MEEK INHERIT ?

matter of time

before
godzilla
rises

from laminated seas

with
a
fukushima
roar

and stamps us like ants
into submission
and the stone age




U.S. Air Force: We're Not Afraid Of Godzilla | HuffPost

from huffingtonpost.co.uk

Wednesday, 27 June 2018

THIS PLANET EARTH




this planet earth
this space jewel-

its like i grabbed
the wrong flavour crisps
in the corner shop

and i opened them now
and cant take them back

you know ?

but eat them anyway

under a cloudless sky
of clear cyanide blue





reStructuredText vs Markdown for documentation

from zverovich.net

Monday, 25 June 2018

POMES













THOUGHT POPS




monsters rule
by 
physciatric consensus

when will out come the nephilim ?

they will crumble quickly
asking for uhu glue

~

gravity is a closed window

above us is sky 
space & forever

we ride 
a heavenly fedex
to where ?

~

knee jerk bombs
face saving missiles

90 dead before breakfast

cardiac bellies
sag on the third green

~

unspecial under bricks
nature is calling

forests & streams
fill my dreams

~

stretch out
in my wifi pod

assassinated pig
on cornershop bread

mind in a gone land

~

cornershop stale chat

i shall take my silence
as hint
to leave

~

and for one precious moment

for one precious moment

one 
precious 
moment . . .

meh






Archaeologists discover humongous gate in Goliath's hometown

from freerepublic.com

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





A Mythical Monkey writes about the movies: The Katie-Bar ...

from muthicalmonkey.blogspot.com

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





Imprinted Concrete | Brick Paving Slabs Cost|Block Paving ...

from adamstowneng.com

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





Married To The Sea - ARCHIVE: Nov 2011

from marriedtothesea.com

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




Unmade bed | Messy Bed. | Pinterest

from pinterest.com

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






Amusing Planet - Amazing Places, Wonderful People, Weird Stuff

ss richard montgomery from amusingplanet.com

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





Ellen DeGeneres Orders Pizza to the Oscars, Here's ...

from foodbeast.com

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




BBC News | BUSINESS | Virgin sheds Our Price stores

from news.bbc.co.uk