Friday, 19 October 2018

CAFE MADRIGAL 2 - MAUDE MAUDE MAUDE



homewares shop

early / weekday

not busy yet

i sit under a false ceiling
in their corner cafe approximation

and i really dont want to judge
but who 
employed
that
sluggish mouthbreather
ruling
the
checkout till ? 

coffee machine
beyond her
tunnel vision
hamfist
capabilities

who barked
MAUDE MAUDE MAUDE
to
get
me
a
simple cup of joe 

her dull eyes smug
pink and yellow
and judgemental

enthroned in joggers
in
her 
tiniest
of
kingdoms



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Thursday, 18 October 2018

CAFE MADRIGAL 3 - VALIDATION RUSH




and if this place
doesnt feel real

it may be cos its not

like the singer said -

'i am on the moon
 but more so'

~

and i listen
and i try to follow

what
the
people
say

what 
these
mutants 
bark

spayed sanctuary un-wolves
too blinkered 
to see the moon

~

but its all said so quick
all some open sluice rush
( filters long time binned )

just to get it said it seems
( tick that box )
and a need to hear agreement

essential morning validation
over bacon
in the breakfast cafe

~

it
clears
their
day

( i am supposing )

to fish for more 
building resentment

they can escalate

with 
  unconscious 
    silent 
      internal 
        repetition
  unconscious
    silent
      internal
        repetition

during the tv night

ready to blast again
at
the
next
days
yes-man breakfast




Asda Cafe breakfast - Picture of Asda Llandudno Superstore ...

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Tuesday, 16 October 2018

CAFE MADRIGAL 4 - REHAB CHIC




waiting on coffee
at a window table

by the cake stand
rotates slow as me

my
comfort
layers
sag
like rehab chic

and opposite
cars come to get juiced
on the mugwump cement

cost written in the sky




Mugwump by dj rumour | Free Listening on SoundCloud

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Monday, 15 October 2018

CAFE MADRIGAL 5 - THEY READ PAPERS




they read them
dont they

those yellow papers
left about
in 
the
supermarket cafe

they buy them
dont they

in habit
with a touch of pride

keen for the indignation inside

and they read them
dont they
in
the
supermarket cafe

where everyone can see them

their naked lunch on display

and
their reflux
tomorrows
front page




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Friday, 12 October 2018

ITS NEVER HERE WHEN I WAKE



eyes shut
i tumble some

and something happens
and i dance inside

kind of - its blurred

like its the past in there

or
a
riddle
of days to come

and theres a book there i read from
thats never here when i wake






Thursday, 11 October 2018

POP #1110a & 1110b




the past cold-calls
like its got a hotline

i am bluetooth synced
with yesterdays mire

it 
whispers 
passive aggressive
breaths
of
happenstance and blame

i unplug

i look forward

a whole twelve feet

to supper
and the wind-down warmth
inside our walls

~

autumn burns down
your heart locker

and everything gets out

and everything dances an old dance

in the low swung 
sepia
sunlight




Wednesday, 10 October 2018

POP #1010



your wet motor 
approaches byproduct obsolescence 
in 
the 
loam of mechanical dawn

hail the fickle union
of fantastic wahey

bleak oils weak future 
must but forgive us now

and pull up another chair

for another soft meat side order
naked
in
the
complicit cafes continuum spiral
of 
neon nostalgia happy days 

gimp limp disguised
in revival shoes



'Happy Days,' then and now - Times Union

from timesunion.com

Tuesday, 9 October 2018

THE TWITCHING CALL OF THE WASTING




happiness
is a toasted cheese sandwich

and us all stretching out 
before noon
on the cat nap bedspread

in the tumbling hills
of the hinterland sticks

time served
in
yesteryears
high pressure
fandango

when the dawn screamed like horses
after a team gin all nighter

and there was
no rest
no rest
no rest

in the twitching call
of
the
wasting




Horse, Woman Hit By Obscenity-Screaming Minivan Driver ...

from thedrive.com

Monday, 8 October 2018

AFTER READING TED LEWIS



then-

rolf harris on the tele

four pennies
for
the
call box

the buttonmen walk
with that walk
they all have

~

i was born then
decimalised

still i remember 
the old pence hangover
and
wednesday half-day closing

~

now-
rolf harris locked up

penny slots
welded over
in 
any 
call boxes
still standing

and the buttonmen walk
with that walk
they all have




Get Carter’s return home | Sight & Sound | BFI

from bfi.org.uk

Friday, 5 October 2018

CRISIS EXISTENTIAL ON DISPLAY / GAGGING AT THE THOUGHT OF MILK




i couldnt believe
that i had to sit there

a   d   l
l   a   o
l   y   n
        g

with these strangers
this old woman
these weird smells

so i asked
and went to the toilets
and sat there
sat in the solitude there
in the quiet there

knowing i must go back
to that allocated chair 
to the unknowable rules
to the faces
ugly dumb crumb covered faces

back to that clinking crate
its bottles of full fat milk
dirty from the truck
and warm from the sun

i knew i had to go back
knew if i did i would cry
knew if i cried
it would feed on itself
and i would be looked at
looked at and asked 
all those unanswerable questions

on display and out of the loop
gagging at the thought of milk

at school
1978




Pictures from your childhood - Page 127 - CPFC BBS

from cpfc.org

Wednesday, 3 October 2018

I GET IT DONE BUT SO WHAT




no one walks into an alley like this alley
not here
not tonight
not in this part of this town

sky forbids stars
traffic is hushed

its well lit 
but so what ?
rot spreads

painted words
on cement walls
harsh illiterate faded true
but so what ?
mutants and sheep

under my boots is
the busted plastic corners
of a busted music cassette

magnetic tape giddy and sleek and brown
unspooled into the shape of wind

a busted music cassette
i think
that takes me back
oh yes
that takes me back

but so what ?
its over now

i got a piece of lead pipe
its all i need
get it done

i smoke butt after butt
like each is my last butt

theres yesterdays paper
trapped between the breeze
and a hard place

obits make the front pages these days
and i feel like
yes i feel like
we are saying goodbye
to the 20th c
day by day 

but so what ?
thin sliced meat

i throw my butt
edge my shoes into the dirty white light

i got a piece of lead pipe
its all i need

i see a shadow at the other end
i wonder if its who its meant to be

and if that matters
any more

finish it
rot spread

and so what ?
get it done




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Tuesday, 2 October 2018

THE DAMN SWALLOWED KEY OF THE MIND



mind
wont
let
days go easy

worries at them 

like a halfmoon hangnail

pork in teeth again

~

mind
pointlessly reruns 
pointless scenes
pointlessly

like pointless dvd extras
on the pointless second disc

~

mind
musters a half-arsed critique

mind
scrapes drying red marker 

across
      the
         meat
             calendar
of
  forever
         and
            never

mind
makes notes
mind
interlopes

~

interlopes
deep
into
the
nights nowhere strings

deep goes mind and i

looking for the escapology loam

and that damn
childhood
swallowed key



Swallowed key and blades, X-ray - Stock Image C017/7559 ...

from sciencephoto.com

Monday, 1 October 2018

POETRY IS - JUMP TO THE END




poetry is a flatulent comeback
too late but nevermind
left
in
natures bushes and brush and grass
all good

poetry is a direwolfs heart 
loose
on
the
transit tarmac
running 7 miles
on its toes

poetry is a bewilderbeast
hooting for attention
hooting for a ride
on
the
electraglide blacktop
backcombing its intentions

poetry is a road movie
in a circus mirror

poetry is a good dinner
and the pork lodged afterwards
in
your
yellow
incisors
that your tongue
has to touch
has to touch
has to touch

poetry is a forgotten anxiety
from wheneverthefuck
cold-calling you
in your weeknight pyjamas

poetry is graffiti and gospel
scratched in the escalators
hard-to-reach
sliding-by
plasterboard
between the magazine cover ads
repeating like a warhol convoy

poetry is your dream newspaper scream
and the dark dark sitcom
of
your
alone
alone
mind time

poetry is cotton mist and steel fact
let off the leash
kicking and screaming
playing hard
working hard
in the veins of the electric delta

poetry is on the bookshelf
broken spine
calling for you

poetry is a hummingbird

simple as that




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