COFFEE & RUG & MESH

NO CHOICE REDUX

hes gone

where ever they go

when they go

& the chair is was in
is empty now of course

see you all there

why not

why not

why not ?

from blog.sevenponds.com

DAWN STATION REDUX

this morning

i 
woke 
up
in the future again

all fuckity & drool-gagging 

& again

i am bone-marrow sick

from the 
street-cast
hallucinatory 
journey
but

grateful

grateful

grateful

she met me there

&

that i am not reset alone

in the rapid fire horticulture

of

the

dawn station terminus kitchens

~

i was a man-camera

in the past

yesterday

i exclaim to her

& now we are here

she exclaims to me

heading

for

tomorrows

carbon departure gate

disguised in noble apathy

going slow as that gets us

together

from theatlantic.com

NATURAL DATA

RECURRING DREAM

PASSENGER SEAT OBSERVATIONS REDUX

theres dog walkers

on

the

ambient soul

of

the

grassy knoll

holding

plastic bags of shit

& its golden crown

of pasty crumbs

is sideways sunlit

soft autumn low

~

the

jewellers cat

on

grocers corner

is

sat dead central

on

the

bubblegum pavement

a radiating beacon of nevermind

in

the

high streets

fallen

shutter

ensemble

~

look

how

shoppers break around his bow

their rushed meat

plastic-bag stumbling

in

his

imagined wake

from smallbusiness.com.uk

COVID POPLING

 & 
 underhand 

 underdesk 

 underchecked 

 foul fuckery 

 will show 
 by xmas 

 in those 
 money market markers 

 of 
 confidence number myth 

 & 

 the used up canaries 

 uncaged now 

 well they can no longer sing 

from amust.com.au

AS M I S T

everything is

just concepts

of themselves

in the distance

as 

m i s t 

BBQ BREAKFAST PREP

'there has never been a sadness

that cant be cured

by breakfast food'

says ron swanson

COVID SKY POP

paradigm 
hungertime
is
changing-up 
the 
pop-shots

scenery re-renders
its
degauss flatline

&
no skyplanes plough & scratch
my
blue rothko block
of
amazing amazing sky

from artsy.net rothko no 14 whites & green in blue

COVIDEO SNAPSHOT THOUGHT POPS IN A GREY NEW WORLD 5

overworked undermasked postie 
throws up his hands

i wont bore you he says
you know what its like

they run us down
he says

& now look . . .

& theres no way
to make room 
for one-way two-meter flow
in the sorting room 


~


theres the stink of opportunity
among all this other stench
he says

but 
i cannot
sniff out
an ethical source

 "Post-Office" in The Microcosm of London or London in Miniature

COVIDEO SNAPSHOT THOUGHT POPS FOR A GREY NEW WORLD 4

they clap on thursdays
they do
doorstep prompt 
8pm

like seaworld seals
they are
with dna decided
determined smiles

but 
no one throws 
their 
big hearts
any 
helping fish


~


&
i
am
reminded of the psychology
of
awarding medals
to
the
dead

wondering of the power of ritual
in the waffle briefing rain

from thedailymail.com

COVIDEO SNAPSHOT THOUGHT POPS IN A GREY NEW WORLD 3

in a grey new world
thats mad green & hot blue

with just one
white tiger stripe 
plane scratched 
in the block powder sky

i fill pixel baskets
four thousand pounds full

dreaming urgently
dreaming unclear
dreaming escapes


~


&
in 
the choice desert 
of difficult birth

the 
scared brave new old worlds
sane infos gone

maybe where the
loo roll went

COVIDEO SNAPSHOT THOUGHT POPS IN A GREY NEW WORLD 2

unhacked verdant green
vignettes our
empty road chemist run

the sun says hi & goodbye

in
the
same

5 min
frozen-chicken-exchange
two-meter-apart
ma & pa

strange
stand-up
doorstep
visit

COVIDEO SNAPSHOT THOUGHT POPS IN A GREY NEW WORLD 1

its our calm

before

their storm . . .


~


spare cat is now

drawing blood
stealing food

oblivious
to our

existential fug -

damn paradigm shifts
will not orderly queue


~


its their calm

before

our storm . . . 

GHOST ITCH REDUX

none of us

is anything

inside

the

first

emptied

moments

before we dawn

~

blank as a born baby

a ghost of an itch

a shadow of abyss

before

the nonsense of clocks

Kicks In

~

&

our

roles

unfold

truncated

on

a

knife

edge

&

i slide there

with

the

butter

&

the

jam

letting coffee headline

this carnival show

from diabetes.co.uk

FUCKTOWN CORE REDUX

there 
was 
a

fucktown CORE

booze rebellion

sneezing speed 
over 
dry 
hash cracks

deranged delusion demigods

high on IQ isolation

playing

ancient

music

in Englands quaint leftovers

~

&

the CORE went OUT

into nights dark answers

&

broke things
climbed things
redefined things

ridiculous

hilarious 
terrifying . . . 
. . . & true

~

&

we bled real blood
&
we bled metaphorical blood

in

the

face of the Nowhere & the Nothing

on

the

flat-bottle streets of video shops 
& wind-blown panic-chased rizla

waiting

always

waiting

~

on

the Bread Slipper Lane kerb stones

where the alleys of yesterday meet

&

on

the empty rec ground cricket crease

coughing blunts at the moon

we were
waiting

always

waiting

for

SOMETHING . . .

. . . more & else

from the42.ie

BLUEBIRD BONES REDUX

every typo

is a

town in wales

& theres

a monster

in my chest

playing hectic percussion

on the bluebird bones

blackmailing

the

sunlit uplands

where

the

hibernating mammals

hijacked my slumber

~

well the room is there

like a flat tires

rhythmic exhaling

& death is there

its back pages

condensed & lucent

in

a

twelve minute

drive thru

crematorium

&

the thin smoke of bones

is

forgetting itself

&

dissolving in glyphs

up there

in the grey bluebird sky

pic from reddit

HEAVEN WONDERING REDUX

its not like i

give it much thought

but

i

cant

picture

heaven

as

anything

other

than

a

private hospital dayroom

62 degrees

but warm like valium

kettle always on

&

lego to share

& everybody is there

smiling & calm

no matter mafioso or nurse

from paddy bricksplitter on flickr

ROLLABOUTS

you
useless rollabouts
flopping spineless
in the 
shopping
bogof 
gutter

i voted 
for the BEST
for YOU

~

your
whining justification
trumps
any
half-arsed resolution
in 
your
grey exhaust
mandible 
phone 
jag

still i voted
for the BEST
for YOU

~

my meat debt
is overdrawn 
my soul 
foreclosed

still i voted
for the BEST
for YOU

& you voted
for the WORST
for ME

in
straight jacket accordance
with 
AI projected curve
&
mandated
government
straw
bindings

from aroundthekeg.blogspot.com