SOME THURSDAY POPS

FUTURE POP

chicory
coffee
comes 
on the 
cafe conveyor

like sushi used to

i sip it in silence
under
the
pitted
perspex
of
retrodome seven

waiting all alone

heaven
running
late
again



DELICIOUS ANNIHILATION

naked
in the
nude dawn

no script
for this trip

but theres your blue jeans
with yesterdays words
deep inside their pockets
&
a wifi dispatcher
one way or another 
always on hand

to hold you up
functioning mush
in the limbo winds

hold you up
till
the delicious annihilation

of
animal
dusk




DREAM MACHINE

let the music 
& 
the coffee write

i am their dream machine

~

& when its quiet
& its all off
its downers
in the sun
i think on

an easel to make a mess on

no phone
no phone
no phone

& one postman
big as a pie fed hog

bringing surprise parcels
everyday morning
at
ten

with a smile
&
a
cliched 
platitude



GAME FACE 

game face oh game face
put down your own trumpet
& grab the reveille bugle

essential work
not done yet

get that spade in the clay

the kiln is thirsty enough
to bake any drek
into zirconia 

fingers crossed
&
touch that wood

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