HAMMERS

life
hits
you
with hammers

then gives you 
a dandelion or two

& a rose that dies

do
the
maths
on that

AUTUMN ON THE NEXT PAGE 1

i want it
always spring

warm & new
winter
unglued

i want my
flip flops
flip flapping
in
a
light fun tumble
of
inconsequential rain

with autumn on the next page

&
a 
mindfulness
that cannot
turn blue

by forbesoste from youtube.com

REPORT FILING THESE DAYS

the
dust is filed
by
caretakers
now

curaters
forever
out
of
town

i can feel the sky
holding back
its greif
&
the earth
breath in
to gasp

& 
i accept
all the 
small gifts
that come

from ebay.com

STREETS HERE

METAPHOR BATH BEFORE SUPPER

give me
give me
give me

that home comfort smell
&
baby thunder 
of 
a
hot running bath

that easy peak 
of civilisation

&
the reassuring 
background bubbling
of
a
simple stew 
happily simmering 
out 
there
on the kitchen stove


~


i wallow 
contented
in my own 
hot water dirt

i delight
at
the 
murder aroma
of
the
softening beef

& 
i think 
my hands
are clean

from onceuponachef.com

INDOOR PETS

it used to snow

we used to write letters

we used to use
the landline phone

~

indoor pets

sewn into cloth

lap cats
eating pulp 
with steel

bedroom LED speckles

our 
new

stardust sky

from youtube.com

DIY MEAT CLINIC

you dont do anything
but you hit an angle
& something hurts 
& you go to the mirror
& you look in the mirror
& you dont see anything
but you do see him
& you dont know
what he feels like

theres nothing to be done 

in 

the 

diy meat clinic 

today

from mirror.co.uk

SHAPES OF THINGS

FRI A.M. POPLINGS

THOSE WERE THE DAYS

blair & bush

sexy dossiers

a redo war 

fuck times
inevitable
rosy glow



VICARIOUS MUCH

listen up you loser children

i
shared
the
world
with
elvis

TV ME

its
a 
blessing

& 
a curse

to be ill
in the days
of
netflix & pill

now-
i think i speak swedish

now-
i am never ever going
into any french woods

now-
second season sadness
&
menu hell

from telegraph.co.uk

DAWN LAWN SANDMAN

the lawn is slick

dew on ruts

sky is late

blue grey
slab like

stuffed washrags

i want more
than this


~


i remember wales

the bungalows
sliding doors

the sandman
in the mail

& the static sheep

pin-fixed 
like a 
butterfly collection

out the window
on the roll of the world


~


i remember
i thought
i could live like this

in this quiet
& 70s brown

from stackedexchange.com

BLUEBIRD BONES

every typo 
is a 
town in wales

& theres 
a monster
in my chest

playing hectic percussion
on the bluebird bones

from printsvariete www.etsy.com

MONDAY O CLOCK POPLINGS

TIME TRAVEL 1

this morning
i woke up
in the future again

& again
i am sick
from the journey

grateful
to
be
met there

& not left alone
in the rapid fire
of
the
dawn station terminus



TIME TRAVEL 2

i been to the past

i was a man-camera there

& i am here now

heading 
for
tomorrows
sickly 
unveiling



MONSTERS

tucking us in
too tight
they claimed

monsters are not real

not in the cupboard
not under the bed

no -
theyre on the tv  
in mugshot strips
true crime 247
channel 6 billion & 5

monsters being monstrous
in ordinary clothes
behind normal doors

sleep well snitches

their parole dates
pepper your diary



BEFORE DAWN

no one
is anything
inside 
those
first 
emptied
moments

before dawn

before the nonsense of clocks

~

goes double
if you
worked all night

& 
now youre a shadow
a ghost itch
over
your
breakfast dinner

from perpustakaan.blogspot.com

RETOGRAPHY IS A THING, WOULD YOU LIKE SOME WATER ?

ESTUARY BEACH POPS

rock the sand
into
the
old
heave ho

pleasure run-off
down the estuary string


~


tide signs
the 
stink
mud

with bait worm punctuation

naked 
causeway 
ellipsis . . . 

to kent

from worldwanderingkiwi.com

DAWN IS

the dawn chorus

is dinosaur revenants

calling
out
again
for
another
fuck

from twinsmummy.wordpress.com

CAFE NUPTIALS, WITH NOTES

sometimes
what i do is pick a title
before i written anything

i write where i am
& add a word on whim

so here goes 
Cafe Nuptials -

~

Cafe Nuptials

i half recognise someone
but thats just being out

( disregard that - false start )

~

Cafe Nuptials

i carry a tray 
for a lady 
struggling on sticks 

her husbands gone off somewhere 

they do that i say

me having gone off somewhere myself

&
in a booth
my 
tired 
leaking
meat
googles news

( bit better - should stop here )

~

carboloading
i try to remember 
if my 
'vote' 
was ever 
'successful'

when thatcher was voted out ?

when thatcher was voted out
Its All Over Now Baby Blue 
played out of student hatchbacks 
on another pub-side lunch-run

( i didnt stop - 
  burped a memory pop instead )

~

& 
with 
the 
homeless osmosis wisdom
of 
my 
designated years

i
know
now

that democracy 
is / was 
an aim 
an Ideal 

eroded in white bread slices 
ever since rights were hard won

( i swell with faux profundity )

~

protesters are banned 
from the capital streets
&
a gold toilet is stolen

& i think - 
green is the colour
our children shall miss the most 

(eco-conscious blab plus headlines )

~

&
i think i am maybe against borders
&
the bomb-bang lands
are only miles away

just air between us

consensus & air

( basic philosophy & maps )

~

swelling 
with
faux profundity 

in 
the 
cafe nuptials

of coffee & world & me

i stroke the blind glass 
under a false ceiling

( slip in the title & some commonality )

~

this glass
we touch
we cant SEE thru . . .

& 
i feel like 
i am 
at the end of something

& i dont mean just this coffee

( repetition & sign off )

from foodspotting.com

PETER FONDA HAUNTS ME IN MOUNTAIN SNOW

california dreams 
sold in beach shade

watch thrown away 
on the cocaine road

peter fondas morning weed
put a whole new complexion 
on 
my
regular 
days


~


hes the latest name

on the saddest list

in the stumbling dearth

of a poorer world


~


& since he died
i see him still

but in films
he was 
never in

surf boy eyes
unmistakable
over a mans grey beard

no
matter
what
imdb
says

from pinterest.com