TRUE STORIES - DEATH HAIKU

1.

klink-bound russian killer said -

    i am 
   an Angel

    in the Devils school 




2.

but WHY did you do it ?

killer answers - i was hoping 

   YOU would tell ME



3.

killer gave himself up -
     he says

torture me to death please
   but 
   LEARN from me first

from ideas.ted.com

NEW WORLD ORDER

these days

these days

theres more helicopters

isnt there

isnt there ? 

overhead !

these days ?

~

naked in the day
cloaked after dusk

new world order . . .

leadership bids now 
just venice preserved
&
recommended office dogs

~

i take off my shirt
i flex unloaded guns

looking like a 
Football Beer Man
proud in his bbq yard

its
edge-of-the-seat stuff

& 
i hope 
it keeps
me off 
their radar

for a long long now

~

nothing to see here

no watchdog funding phooey

im just a little train
quaint & harmless 
crawling up 
the pyrenees

from skeptic.com

SMALL RHYME

that invisible din
overloads
open minds 

forecasts cut to zero

well -
german philosophers

spring to mind

no lessons less moderate

i hope 
the end 
is kind 

bar fight death in butlins

you young activists
good luck
its time

warming up still vital

from thevaliens.com

SPIDER HOUSES

REDUNDANT MATHS

& yesterday

yesterday
my life 
was one day 
longer

sepia sunday
cage fights
hd monday

in
my
grass roots
denial
genes

from kasianicklin.wordpress.com

HIDE

i hide in my eyelids

in a sun-out kaleidoscope

too many miles
cop types lurking

& the overhang 
of cobweb shrubs

is more
uncertain graveyard

than a
garden

today

from flickr.com by mischa tuffield

MONOCHROME GARDENIA

ALMOST A MILLION OF US

at any one time
almost a million of us 
are 
   
    in 

 the  sky

~

fast chairs 
chopped tv
canned air
dollhouse booze

( airforce oxygen
        &
  industrial bombs )

drugged
from
tension
& 
opiated hardsell wait

~

airport atmosphere
discombobulated
streetside habits

till the gut-rush take off
of consensus equations

~

its
a 
strange pause

a nowhere white-hum shudder 

not escape - an absence

no heaven
off the
starboard bow

from consumerreports.org

BACK TO THE PLASTIC MACHINE GUN

writing
is the Hardest Easy thing
to do

see-
one profundism
&
i am stuck already . . .

back to the
plastic machine gun
&
its liquid crystal eye

& the words

my beautiful 
pain-in-the-arse 
friends

what weird route
have you booked for me today 
on 
your
little yellow 
mountain train

from www.usbwriter.com

MR FABULOUS

RIPTIDE BEFORE SLEEP

wheres all my stuff ?

the stuff i chucked out
over all the many years

where is it all now ?

landfill . . .

yeah i know in landfill
but where ?

anyone smoked 
a million cigarettes
you think ?

maybe william burroughs did
or half of greece

my to-do list
says
do to-do list

what earworm song
will i wake with ?

had - material girl
      isla bonita
      i see a darkness
      &
      halls of montezuma
this week already 

you can call me al ?
      again ?

now - box of rain
that would make a change

lego . . .
lego !

is a rapist
wearing my
charity shop
donations ?

add actually
to to-do list

the big sea
the big BIG SEA

dont want to think about it

who had a high time
on my drugs they stole
glastonbury 199?
they got sooooo lucky . . .

in the wheatsheaf
before its
crossrail 
displacement-
was it dave i saw ?
looked like dave
didnt acknowledge me

did i stare too much ?
i had a clabby sweat
dave or not

underline actually ?

whats under the ground ?
i mean now
under me now
deep deep down

a trapped river ?
plague bones ?

dont want to think about it

space
big big BIG SPACE

us
on a ball
hurtling
nowhere

just this simple wall
just this old glass
between us
& all the world has
& all the world takes

just this simple wall
just this old glass
between us
& 
the 
universes
unknowable 
mystic void

dont want to think about it

redo to-do list
i think

from scratch be best

cause im a material girl
living in a material world

birds
i mean look at them
they fly

tiny hearts
tiny tiny hearts
beating 
beat-beat-beating in there

they have hollow bones
whats inside them ?

air ?  helium ?

where
is 
all 
my 
stuff ?

from health.howstuffworks.com

FLYING LOW

satellite skies
&
tv eyes

over us -

mortal meat-motor pies

bound up in 
bogus satin 
& 
sweaty highs

&

one
   collective
             drunk 
                  undone 
                        fly

STUFFING THE VOID

this poem
can be 
for / about / at / up

anything . . .

scripted weeping
top 5 stolen foods
best looking teens
the poor whales
rude cities
unclaimed jackpots
bird strike costs
bodies found in a belfast home
the poor poor whales

& thats just half 
of page 2 
in an old newspaper

i added whales twice
its my poem
& they deserve better

my point is
empty freedoms gutless balls
make a mess
like this is

change the filter out
lock shit down
f o c u s

back to 
kung fu
in a
phone box

my own
open g

from tresgatos.net

VERDANT BOMB

( indoors on the laptop
  a seal is singing
  the star wars theme )


today
i
watch
my 
melon belly grow
&
i 
chase 
the 
shifting shade

those darktouch fingers 
gloved by the sun

out there inside
natures verdant bomb afterglow
it 
all 
seems  

a Hundred Times more Real

than i 
ever expect
it to be 


( norwegian fjords
  set to   
  power uk homes )

from beautifulcoolwallpapers.wordpress.com

TOURIST AD DUH

once
i forgot spain

weed on fire
sunny pm
beta band on

in 
an 
a13 
tailback chav-rush 
to the pissy coast

a 
sprouting 
hysterical
billboard 
announces SPAIN

all big & massive
all red & yellow

whats a fucking SPAIN ? 

i said

~

sorry dali

apologies lorca

forgive me zubiri

but once
i forgot spain

&
i ask forgiveness
from 
all 
the incredible animals
under iron city bridges 
everywhere

from fsgworkinprogress.com

MORE FLOWERS OUT OF FOCUS

NEW BALANCE

medicine cage
has
a
glass
floor

but 
   by design
   by benevolent intention
      almost believable
     i
cannot
look
down

its a new balance
locked on rails
locked on rails
next stop like the last stop

madness on the downlow
but
sanity cant find a seat

my hands frozen
on the door latch
in
the
carriages concertina connection
by
the
pissy
loos

from evstudio.com

FADE OUT WITH BACKWARD STEPS

pub closing
put me out 
up the peasants hill
in the 
estuary nights 
floating satanic grey

i - shortcut fuckwit
embraced
weeknight
marshside
subventure

wet got in my socks
& work in 6 hours
one thousand miles away

~

cattle 
in the 
soft walls
of 
heavy marsh mist

elephant shadows
contrived 
as the sea

they fade out with backward steps

~

i look for Nothing
maybe Somethings there

war residue 
pillboxes
squat stoic
&
fade out with backward steps

ghost farmers late night
heifer hunt tractor lights
head east
in an
up & down 
smear smudge 
mission jag

~

i am 
in a 
bathroom bin
cottonwool ball

boots
a
memory

knee down 
all gone

faded out
with
each
backward step

now 
all directions 
the same

from commons.wikimedia.org