INSIDE THE HATCHBACK

"if your pictures arent good enough,

you arent close enough"

said robert capa

TWO DOMESTIC MOMENTS

theres wood
laid over the rubble

& sky 
over that


~


& the bath i run
smells like
the baths we ran

in
hotel
bathrooms

years ago

from pinterest.com

FILM SCENE INSPIRED

in the 
glassbox
round here
londons 
on film

& 
i can almost smell
its tardy prim funk

&
its rain wet
exhaust grey
mason stone

&
that wet dog
damp city bustle
steam hustling
underground

&
its
new skyline 
looking like 
a fruit bowl
with veg in
to me

from photowall.co.uk

IN CODE

epic irritation
is
roughly cuffed
&
shoved
down
the fritzl basement stairs

my inner reporter
staking me out

~

mindfulness
wrestles
bubble wrap
inside
my
tired time bomb 

both deflate
but holding

&
any lessons escape

real ghosts
in the 
halloween 
fracas

~

dark appetite 
night hungry
vampire virus 
attempted remission
from moon action

mainly
for
shits & giggles

bodies 
left out
on the 
milk train 
rail tracks

for nectar points multiplier

~

this
systems
effectiveness
is
endlessly
debatable
& 
dodging peer review

captains 
drop knives
&
pull guns

but agree tho

that the days
are numbered

but always
in code

from neatorama.com

STREETS FURNITURE - IN B&W !

"i hated school.  even to this day,

when i see a school bus, 

its just depressing to me.

the poor little kids."

said dolly parton

OBSERVATION FROM A PARKED CAR

how
does
that
fat man

shave those rolls
on the back
of his head ?

hello bulldog clips
&
a three mirror set up

hello razor burn
& sweat dense lint

wife tut-huffs
in the doorway


~


beautiful white dog

got everyone looking

sleek & whip alert

he is nature juxtaposed

a stock image

there on the high streets
chilled 
shutter
ensemble


~


the 
eternal 
jewellers
has shut down

you name it
they had it
with a clock on

bookies never close



~


giant pot 
tree stub
on a rainbow bed
thats moribund

reaches

kinda 
reluctant

for a greyed out sun


~


theres 
dog walkers
carrying shit
on
the
grassy knoll

theres
the 
jewellers cat

radiating nevermind
& soul

from flickriver.com

NEIGHBOUR POP 2

old men out
doing the  

8 AM 
shuffle 

collecting another 
tabloid teacup storm

they lean on gate posts

& natter like the birds

nothing to do with me

~

zipped up

in hemmed beige
&

invisible in 

autumns superior riot

they call anyone 

with a spanish tan

a visiting indian

not in front of me

~

shadows of alpha
self righteous
in the shade

sixty years of shitwork
under pu leather
supermarket belts

nothing to do with me

from flickr.com

TRAFFIC LIGHT & GAS - IN COLOUR !

A BOOK TOO YOUNG - POPS

1.

but 
it 
was 
all 
so

DRENCHED

in sadness

an empty bird table 
in early winter dawns *



2.

strange snacks 
in after school
armchair bunker

reading a book
too young for me
i had read before




3.

the sick tease
of downtime

slim pickings
&
less fruit

cliche escape
in 
classic retreat




4.

school demanded
&
streets were anxious

i was razed
condos on hold

in the fog & razors
of sepia mist & stone

from healthline.com

*

i would feed the birds

it was therapy

i cherished every block-paved step 

small freedom on the garden path

before the exposure of school 

AUTUMN ANATOMY - GUTTER CLOTS OF NEVERMIND

its static fire
&
earth-tone rainbow

its crisp orange
&
ruby picasso

form 
gutter clots
of nevermind

~

its impossible yellows
have
a
sternness to throw away

&
its valuable contacts
are a basic concern

~

fresh
flesh
dew 
embalmed

form
gutter clots 
of nevermind

decorating 
in cocky blank statement

~

its art - earth installed

&
it covers the plastic litter

uv'd as brittle 
as carehome bones

with
gutter clots
of nevermind

LEISURE PARK SONGS

90s radio station
rolls 
out
the
rose glass

frisco distracted at the time
these tunes are balm to me now

~

rain tattoos
with intention 
on the hatchback roof

its hurried morse
i strain to understand

~

this lead heavy bruised sky 
over the 
leisure park
rainbow neon

well my gut interprets it
     as warning
     as dull omen

     & 
     i send
it straight 
into my spam

~

&
as we leave
with our chicken

the hatchback wipers rhythm 
a 
machine composed
sustained coda

i wonder what 
all the kids here
will see 
& do 
tonight

from twitter.com

A SPACE TO READ & FILL

the moon 
is the colour 
of a dress shirt stain

the silver clouds 
pull extra shifts

wriggling
invisible
toes

~

i am on the doorstep
i am regarding the night

i breath its vacated musk

i say
long time brother
long time

~

moons silence
is complicit

but its 
like its 
flexing imaginary fingers
inside celestial gloves

its 
a space

to read

& fill

from pinterest.com by troyjohnstone.com

SELPHORTRATES

CHAIRS IN LOVE

BABY JOHANSEN & THE MADNESS

papa ?

yes son ?

you know back then ?

back when son ?

back in the day
when the madness was ordinary ?

... yes ... i do

you do remember ?
well i miss that
do you miss that too ?

... yes ... i do

the madness these days papa
well its just CRAZY !

youre not wrong baby johansen
youre not wrong

well what do we papa ?

write it down son
write it down

but whats the point in that papa ?

... well ... cos im not gonna

ok then papa

& fetch me my fixings too
then come look at this guy i found online
look at the state of him
& hes seven foot tall !

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