TIME DIAGRAM

you 
are 
granny knitted
dna habits

till a stitch drops
& 
context lets a quirk get in

~

you disappear from each other

youve children now
& in-laws

your bedroom bohemia
is sad-bright nostalgia now

tho
to
me
it
seems only yesterday ago

~

youre fed into 
a pulsing beige ether 
it feels like

diluted like homeothapy

your identity
but a pip
of
obligation

ego a hungry dog in the dark

from acmewhistles.co.uk

MAINLY GEOPOLITICAL BUT LOOKING FOR MAGIC

the disadjuster

uber-unmensched

whos hands are these . . . 

world
gone
2d

like a waldo / wally foldout

a quiet crisis
matrix-like
in
its
glitching

~

i take off my glasses

& there it all is

its impressionistic
with drunken clarity
& undeniably real

longshadow me longcasts
across the lawn & cat

& the shrill grunt
of a 
handbrake streetside
wedged 
itself
inside
a
crack in time

postman i thought
or
the stepsons 
who visit
across the road

~

& 
i 
travelled around the world 100 times
in
that
single smudge / one planck unit
of
afternoon sun

mainly geopolitical
but
looking for magic

from bl.uk/events

I DONT MEAN JOGGING

the way it was
was
i always saw running
as
parallel
to
art
&
life
&
any manifestation 
or kipple delay

& i dont mean jogging
& i dont mean marathons

but hiding headfirst
out
on
the borders
or
deep
in
the barrier foundation array

i mean
bedroom bohemia
future be damned
&
after midnight

keeping the AM a fiction

from newstalk.com

ANXIETY 101

the door bell
was a fire alarm

& the phone ring
made me sick

clock in was
faustian intense

& shop queues
brought cold sweat

all public food
wanted back out

& streetside
lit up my spine

night mine to hide in
but night not always kind

from fluxmagazine.com

CATCHING CATCH 22 & MARATHON ESCAPE

my 
empathy & understanding
is
huge & disabling

& dissipates
any righteous rage

its rain on my embers

& THAT

makes me angry again


~


we are 
stumbling 
in the 
back-end cluster
of a
crowded mindless
hotbed marathon 

look behind us
theres space there

dont compete says dont lose

&
you
can
piss
in
private then

& call it a win
call it paradise

safe bubble numb enabled

from healthytippingpoint.com

A NIGHT POPLING

at night

fitful unsleep

& dreams are 
bad & fractured
but fleeting

like 
someone
left the horror channel on
no-budget flicks
ad heavy 
on mute


~


long
after
dawn

birds still bleat

their 
soft organic techno

from insider.com

GREY TV SKIES

GARDEN IN COLOURS

PAVED PARADISE

they paved paradise
& put up a parking lot

thats privately owned with no revenue going to local services / with a payment system owned by another private company with no customer service & accessible only by smart phone with randomly increasing & inconsistent charges / next to a train station run by another private company that cant help with any carpark issues & is relentlessly bailed out by the government via the public purse

they paved paradise
& put up a parking lot

with no discounts for disabled visitors /  next to an understaffed hospital with an overworked a&e that then gets shut down for over priced 'affordable' rabbit hutch flats amid promises of more local health services at some unspecified point in the future / virgin anyone ?

they paved paradise
& put up a parking lot

that was reasonably priced / run by the local authority / handy for commuters / then sold it to a private company who shut it & left it shut for maybe ten years & counting / now its fly-tip heaven

they paved paradise
& put up a parking lot

which is free but is part of an ever sprawling shopping mall & retail park / all privately owned / no freedom of speech or protest there / a grotesque monument to our plastic cravings & msg jonesing / a temple of mammon with as many as three dozen  roundabouts but nothing in the way of pedestrian paths

they paved paradise
& put up a parking lot

for hgvs on green belt land by deciding it was brown belt land because in 1954 there was partial planning permission for a petrol station / never built / presumably because it was green belt land

they paved paradise
& put up a parking lot

which alan partridge says is 'a measure which would actually alleviate congestion on the outskirts of paradise / something which joni singularly fails to point out / perhaps because it doesnt quite fit in it her blinkered view of the world'

they paved paradise
& put up a fucking lot

from digitalspy.com

OVERDRESSED SUPPER

again

despite events

i watch all the 

n o t h i n g 

get it on

outside 
the 
windows
dawn

~

small birds 
ferry small twigs

round neighbours 
fetch their narrow rags

ambulances come
&
ambulances go

me-wah me-wah on the downlow

~

naked lunch ?

overdressed supper !

served too late
nebulous of source
& 
burnt & bruised 
black & blue

~

truth is fools gold
drowned in electric mist

alive tho
forever
in 
coltrane & cohen

so i pick my feet
outside poughkeepsie

& wonder
& wonder
& wonder

about the glitches
mounting up
mounting up
in
this
hardlight
soft dirt
hologram

DIAGRAM #247

your heathen prayers
from your payday hole
&
your 247 nazi tv

say
well 
you want to live 
in goodness & light

quoting cliche karmaloops
& spreading your hasty memes

if you can wallow
vicarious & unjudged
in
the
entertainment darkness please

unaware dancing your doublethink
empathy-block on your browser
sunk in your new mammoth sofa

knee deep in your war porn
up to your eyes in hard sell
oblivious to all the grey shades

& nothing for you to pay
for 
another
18
dangerous 
months

from alibaba.com

CHAIRS IN COLOUR

A DIAGRAM OF NEW HISTORY & OLD TOYS

we

are

a
backed-up
stack-up
of
sudden & creeping

butterflown events
in
the
fading meat world 
& 
the growing glass other

coincidental
or god blamed

drawn unrecognisable

in
times 

tumble weed

memory 
pans

&
google flattened
in the 
electric cumulus

~


the toys that i clutched

down there 
on the

hallway carpet hinterland

their
plastic detail
&

the 
skirting board

still now are 
lurid & lunging 
mescal real

simple details / simple time

face-close
eye-burn

for 
forever
ever

from ebay.co.uk

STRANGE NAKED SCULPTURE

theres 
been
no water
running
in 
the
town centre fountain
for 
at least 20 years
& today
there 
is
an
abandoned mountain bike
ruined & twisted bad
under
the
strange naked sculpture
of
mother & child

i am wondering 
if it adds anything
artistically
&
am leaning towards the affirmative
when
a
street cleaner
gets off her
hoover cart
&
huffle-puffing blasphemes
drags the fucked bike 
over to the good bikes
locked
up safe
against
the
precinct square railings

i admire her pragmatism
&
assume this
is
not
her
first rodeo

from gladfish.com

RAIN & OTHER SKETCHES

rain blown windows 

obscure

the

trees lash 

but tired


~

the wino god
let light in

thru
the last tranquillity holes-
became glass pillars 
a soulful punched 
scotch glow beam


~


hand on the cat

cat sleeps

plague on the poor streets

days billow uncertain
a slo-mo mushroom cloud

HEMINGWAY STOLE MY TB HANDKERCHIEF

i pond skate over
those clever depths
that scare me rigid
from 
the 
bolo loaded bookshelves
their ferret rounds
ready 
in paperback disguise


~


the prose like glass
the full metal jackets
& 
the cut of
a 
between-the-wars
wilkinson sword

vonnegut
at least
gives me a shoulder
before
the
bayonets
at
dawn


~


theres no comparison there
theres no inspiration there

that
wont
make
me
bleed
struggle pup tears

& hemingway
he stole my tb handkerchief


~

tears-
their own catalyst 

ferment
in the ennui petri dish

of
the
uks
daily no way

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