GOODBYE GRIM TEENS, 2020 VISION NOW ?

MIRRORS, ADD YOUR OWN SMOKE, A LIST POP

in poverty 
is riches
in sickness 
is health
in fear 
is courage
in loss 
is findings
in stress 
is calm
in lies 
is truth
in death 
is life

in fools is profundity

in bullshit be poetry


~


in riches 
is poverty
in health 
is sickness
in courage 
is fear
in findings 
is loss
in calm 
is stress
in truth 
is lies
in life 
is death

in profundity theres fools

in poetry be bollocks

from pxleyes.com

GARDEN PATROL

"live 

at

home"

said 

george washington carver

FROM THE HATCHBACK

"the streets are full of people 

bumping into lamp posts

listening to 
their own little universe

and theres no sharing in that"

said john lydon

READING LIST

"read

these

please"

said

ford dagenham

AFTER TWENTY YEARS

pub night
hot knife
kitchen hangout
long ago friends
find me at home

with the old memory
of a landline number

its like 
someone pressed 
fast forward
is all

& my living room armchair 
becomes a throne of ages

its
clear
i carried on
with the show

& when they go
i am left with a glow

that
i
was
not
the 
fucknut comedy footnote
i feared / was sure 
i could / might be

from loyalzoo.com

JAM NO JAM

NO JAM

truncated
on
a
knife
edge

toast & butter

no jam




JAM

i am on a knife edge

i call it
Positivity

&
i slide there

with
the
butter
&
the
jam

from finestknife.com

EXPLODING HEAD SYNDROME 2, A NEURAL BIOLOGY POP

the 
struggle gallerys
unrendered bots
are faux familiar

the 
bill collectors are on tap
flashing interzone badges
&
calling out my name


~


someone there
is reading some book to me
nobody real ever wrote

&
when i strain to hear
& 
focus to understand
it becomes 
redacted mist 

a wordless hymn
of fade out pastel

with a
bang & crash
industrial

from tvseriesfinale.com

BETWEEN SLEEP & SIMULATED REALITY 2

& 
the wrench out
from 
such forest moss

to 
  an
    indoors
    at
    first

 u n r e c o g n i s a b l e

becomes
where
coffee 
is
headlining
this
carnival show


~


well the room is there
like a flat tire is there
like death is there
in
a
twelve minute
drive thru
crematorium

thin smoke  
forgetting itself
in the grey blue sky

from en.wikipedia.org

BETWEEN SLEEP & SIMULATED REALITY 1

&
i
crashbang
out
of
caveman dreamstate 
to
almost reality uk

on a spurline
of 
surplus indecision 

no rough stuff please
this isnt murder 1

from flickr.com

HATCHBACK RAINS

"i always like 

walking in the rain

so no one 

can see me crying"

said charlie chaplin

ARSE IS AN ARSE, THE STORY OF A FOOLS CLEANLINESS

for 
an 
unprecedented 
twenty minutes
my own bodys
necessary deposits
heavily disgusted me

& i wanted to

never
never
ever

have to go & shit again 

~

this strange urge 

for 
such 
unattainable cleanliness

scared away
my 
animal embrace 

~

i withheld in denial

being Art

in my stillness
&
assumed dignity

portals briefly 
forced inactive

~

but
i was so much stranger then

&
i am emptier than that now

from pinterest.com

DREAM BLEEDS

pink sky
white lawn

&
at the kitchen table
coffee
slaps
me
around
the breakfast things

till 
i 
realise / admit
i am 
not meeting 
a wizard today

the man in a purple gown fades out
back to dreamscape
not meant for the sun

& sky glows now
on the
wet lawn shine

from en.wikionary.org

APRIL BLOOMS

bath tap is busted

i lay down
& pretend its not

~

i look at the windmill on the wall

everything is beyond me today

~

&
outside
of here 
aprils blowing 
its own blooms
away

from weatheroakplumbing.co.uk

EXPLODING HEAD SYNDROME 1, A NEURAL BIOLOGY POP

waking-nod
&
nodding-woke
is 
an 

In-between World

of 
name shouts
calling for YOU

~

apocalypse noise there
rends the ether asunder

& 
six soap operas
roll cues as one

as
phantom fender benders
smash-crash somewhere
outside the windows glass

from all-that-is-interesting.com

STREET VIEW

"i dont mind what congress does,

as long as they dont do it in the streets

and frighten the horses"

said victor hugo

NEIGHBOUR POP 4

3.  MORNING

school governess  
leaves 
her 
corner empire
for dawn tai chi

gravel u-drive 
round 
a palm tree island

the flame tree there

will catch
low afternoon sun

long shadows
on
the
parade ground



2.  FUNERAL

&
all
the
firemen came out quiet
for
her
husbands death convoy

100 years ago

like the soldiers they are



1.  LAST ACT

i watched
amazement escalating
as

her porch
took him
four years
to build

& its not special

but to her

like the soldier it is

from flickr.com

SEPARATED MONSTERS

outside you know ?
& i look around
but theres nothing
is there ?

just me / you
& a bundle jag 
of bereaved thoughts
a black pack horse
of orphan obsessions

~

but
looking
again

mashed mind billowed & blown

i see the orchestrated grain
in the hip hop timbers
&
i see the tick tock flux
of the seasonal percussion

in this roofless storeroom
of all the lost & found

~

& feather balls fall . . .
but land !
landings old hat
they flew !

accelerator metabolisms
pecking up a two-step
breakfast buffet

round
me / us

the separated monsters . . .

~

separated monsters
with shoes off once a year
attempting membership
with moribund muscle memory
& 
the bleached shadow
of an 
ancient ancient ancient
forgotten
expired
loyalty
card

from pinterest.com

UNSPECIAL STONES ?

not knowing yet
if theyre special
on garden patrol
i collect stones

one hundred thousand memories
in the wet winter air

& the spaces they left
are like ice cream scoops
in
the
soil

proof of residence
that
will 
e     o
 r  r   d
           e

from pxhere.com