CLARITY IN CODE

the cusp of knowledge
is the edge of madness

an actors pause
and comedy timing

~

you live 
in that
blank stillborn beat
when
youre
drunk
and
clear
and
almost knowing

and the moon is still with you

refusing 
to divulge
the status 
of the
investigation

~

youre a scapegoat
in the 
beauty ache
of dawn

stretched on the good grass
of the bowling green

you broke in again . . .

hands reaching out fingertips
aerials in the airspace

receiving . . .

from judyapps.co.uk

PICASA MADRIGALS, GARDEN POPS

PICASA MADRIGALS, TWO FOOT TALL & HOTHOUSE FLOWERS

MOVIE POPS & A BOOK POP

DEATH AND THE PENGUIN

penguin at the graveside
hired
tired
paid
to wake them
on their way

dont ask
youre working youre alive
dont ask
youre writing youll survive

penguin in the graveyard
his work is not hard
fish fed and under stars

dont ask
youre working youll thrive
if you dont know
wont have to hide

penguin plays his part
stood still in the rain
falls ill
in pain
needs a transplant
mourners acquire a childs heart

but you looked in the bottom drawer
found out
safe no more
and now must wangle
a plane
to antartica

from goodreads.com

UNFORGIVEN POPS


1.

film
on
broadcast
tv

saw it 
on release 
1992

high & awed
a western

get in
i remember thinking

get in


2.

i remember
the bits we liked

& like them again

i remember
the bits we laughed at
afterwards
in a hatchback
knee deep
in fast food kipple

with friends

i dont see

anymore



3.

hes big
hes broken
hes bent over

hes sick
in the rain
in a strange town

he sees a ghost - hendershot

but he aint like that anymore


5.

he dreams -

the 
angel of death
has 
snake eyes

but
he aint like that 

anymore ?

from theredlist.com

TIME WAS- VICTORIOUS WE GAS DOWN

after 
a mcjob show trial
in the dust factory
or
a dole days 
long hot
ennui probation

we
pile
into
a
suburban 
boho
bungalow
bedroom

and gas down

our funky lexicon
getting loud

~

we
get weed stupid

lift the veil
forget the day

and
go
march 
up the 
weird sane street

l
  a  u    i
      g h     g
            n    

at sign posts

looking only for time
in
englands great estate 
rubble
heap

~

only the clouds !
i declare
only the clouds
hint gods still playing !

we
are
a Feckless of Stoners
a Puff Pod
a Cash Only Hash Mash
bottle openers on all our keys

out
for
wine at 9

~

oh the horror 
of the bottle shop

the damn fluorescents

such indecent order

all the faces
running wax

accelerated blinks
my hands all thumbs
everythings booby trapped

day-sick bunnies 
in the 
straight headlights

of
consumerisms
incandescent
candy coloured
circus

and
it
makes
the
cool sweet air 
of
street side nothing

w o n d e r f u l

as cold sweat dries

~

fresh cigarette foil
balled and flicked

match sulphur
under street lights

swiss army corkscrew
deployed
on the heavy reds

we show the punt
to the early moon

a fist in the face
of the weekday dusk

victorious
delirious

high on our sugar mountain

we
gas down

from bigbible.org.uk

MADNESS SOMETIMES

gurning gristle
in nylon
in denim
pulled by the moon
over gravel
over silk
to interior approximations
of heaven
of hell
heart truth
too soft
to stomach

skin sack
ports leak 
on a media uproar
on a postpartum riot
shuffled by clocks
into a sideshow
into an ad break
so - the big boots
wear the big boots
for grounding
for psychological support
mind jag
too too
to do
today

and sunglasses
to hide your glow
to hide your shine

cos it looks 
like madness
like lunacy
like its gone out
like that
sometimes

from ebay.com

PICASA MADRIGALS, YING YANG & BREAKFAST WINE

FRIDAY POPS AGAIN

WASTE OF LIFE

all the disasters
on the death tv

you think-
what a senseless
waste of life

and all the people
the teeming uniform people
in the rush hour streets

you think-
what a senseless
waste of life



COFFEE CHOICES FOR A SICK MAN

its a big cup o stress

black as winter night

risk
the
overdrive shakes
the
worry nerves
the
bursting of the heart

to
get some words down
to 
brush my teeth

or
lay
this side of obsolete
waiting
for
a
big
big
mythical
spring



LIKE A FULL STOP

just
a
man
laying down

on his
sunny bed
of fate

self fulfilling prophecy
boxed up
like a full stop 

ready for long term 
attic
storage

from pinterest.com

THURSDAY POPS AGAIN

THE GOOD FIGHT

i
am

performance art

unobserved

outsider immaculate

winning
winning
winning

the only battle
there is



DID YOU ?

did
you
ever
come out of
a voting booth

and
feel
like
youd
done

anything at all ?



BEFORE BREAKFAST

dreams spill

spill over

watch out tho

if they 
dont die

before breakfast

from theguardian.com

WEDNESDAY POPS AGAIN

ONION GRASS

the wind
is a shout

an order
that moves trees

a base communique
from banished babel

i stand 
in the
dead apples
and
onion grass

earthed
on the lawn



ANOTHER POSTCARD FROM BRITAIN

sos sos sos

nationalist pathogen
deliberately released

and tho sunlight
has got to the
smoke and mirrors

it 
doesnt 
seem 
to 
matter



SAYS NOTHING TO ME

outside the window
the day throws
the air about

its a half-arsed tantrum

inconsistent
irritating me

the uniform grey sky
says nothing to me

nothing

like listening 
to late period radiohead
under cold water

from thefatangelsings.com

TUESDAY POPS AGAIN

THINGS WERE BETTER
BACK IN MY DAY

what
kind
of
wasteland
is
this
past ?

that permits
itself
such a rosy glow ?



Q&A

whats its like then
being a poet
and that ?

he asked
like all the words
were new to him

well i wrote it down
didnt i

i said

so i didnt
have to talk to you



POSTCARD FROM BRITAIN

cluster fuck
in
the
fug
over here

rich seams 
mined
to disaster

i hear a sid james laugh
whenever news sneaks 
itself on the tv

im behind the sofa
worse than dr who



ENGLAND NOW ?

is there no england now
in the post truth world ?

and when was this
truth world
anyway . . .

did i fucking blink ?

from telegraph.co.uk

MONDAY POPS AGAIN

FORDS DREAM

i
dream
of
a
generation

two generations

three

where
no one
joins any army
anywhere

i
dream
of
being
INSIDE
a song suite

of the quality of
cohen or cave

i
dream
of
leaving
britains green and pleasant land

in better hands

i dream
of
peace of mind 

for me
when i go



MAELSTROM IN AN ALMOST VACUUM

divorced
movie scenes

orphan
song fragments

crowd my childs
fragile 
       eggshell 
               mind

when
i
try
to
unravel past fuckery
and
let be
the
missed dimensions



STARDUST ?

the
sky
is
a
featureless smudge

ennui personified 
hangs low up there

i
came
from
stardust

for this ?



REAL CHILLS ON HOLD

hollywood sunshine
on the forever tv
keeps
the
real
chills
at bay

waiting
for
the
alone time silence
to dance its jag

from 2ndkey.com