GULL IN THE GREY

DREAMS & OTHER SKETCH POPS

he

dreamt

he

was

so poor

the only place to shit

was inside a fart

~

it

is

a

strange relief

to live with dread

when dread comes to town

hailing a ghetto cab
care home in its wake


~

he dreamt he

curled around

a hand grenade

&

burnt

his

inside bacon

crispy black

baked beans boiling
inside his brain pan


~


&
the things we made
they leave their stains

& 
the trees

welcoming & indifferent

well they die standing

passive aggressive 
with
an 
embarrassing multitude 
of 
essential uses

from cutthewheat.com

TIME DIAGRAM 3

in this clock plague of turbo instants

all there is to do

is blink & hope for

please

please

please

not me
not yet

not NOW

& accept the heavy sadness

of the ruined bodies fall

from latimes.com

TIME DIAGRAM 2

to shit

to eat

to grow & sag

to trim

to clip

to clench & pinch

to splat

to cry

to squirt & sigh

to belly rumble thunder

to bones dry snap-clacks

to tear inside

where black cells

always suspected

exist suspended

to error 404

to dripping port back door

from uxdesign.cc

SKY, NAIL & THE MEAT PRISM

they even pry loose

the wobbly nail

the workers

hang

their

home-time

salt-of-the-earth

coats

on

~

& the sky today

is

just

grey

like an open old man 

its the dish rag of ages

a ragged halo glow

burns eclipse slim

round the frayed edge

there just 

for the just born

to see

~

they draw you in

then they draw it thin

its the meat prism 

strange mail everday

from worthpoint.com

OUTSIDER ENCLAVE

doing 
bitesize
lazy man
sick note
gardening
out on the blockpaved front

waiting for the artists
& the poets
& the dissident novelists
to stop by
& discuss ezras trangresions
& rothkos unfinished book

but they all playing it
close to the chest today

we can hold the fort then

an outsider enclave
staining paper
our way

free from the glare

from abebooks.co.uk

AUTO POPS & STREET OBSERVATION

wallow in your time

do not avert your eyes

sea rises
in
recompense
for the
auto fish


~


&
up
the
road

at no 8

they always leave 
the front door open
when
its
time
to
argue & yell & swear

hear them from my back lawn
when im counting daisies


~


& 
the garden
is like a 
story book gypsy garden

where the story book gypsy 
has gone & died
under his own blue sky

&
no one came
&
no one knew

but i see it
see it in the dust
see it in the dirt
see it in this new flu

DUSK MUSINGS

creamy dusk 
is seductive
a sloth blink

then dawns
quick fried
short order
laser show treat

is hailed overkill by randy birds


~


the grey rain on my tv window
was soft beach surf
on another day

dennis wilson diving 
for his 
drunken sunken miscellany


~


the dusk in the drs waiting room
is like a dimmer switch twisted
on the tinted panes

i wait in my own inside fug
in the biggest softest chair

but i am out !

out with the common people
sick common people
like me

from medium.com

BLOATED HORRORSHOW POPS

the day is brave

coming for me relentless again

when it knows
it knows

& the ports muffled crash-booms 
travel over the history marsh

giants playing jenga 
with containers again


~


we all live fast
we all die young

death just takes its time

delayed by our refusal
&
insistent bloated reminisces 


~


a dna accident trail
like a slug or snail

tethers me readable

back 
thru all the 
dodged signposts gateways


~


realitys a timed-out screen saver
default horrorshow wallpaper

im searching for a mouse to kick

thoroughly frustrated with impermanence 
&
the
relentless
relentless
Maintenance Of It All

from screensaverplanet.com

HYPER REALITY & OTHER POPLINGS

into

the

hyper reality

of

flu stuffed ears

the bathroom echoes

horror film sinister

with

fever

dream

hints

on the fisheye periphery

~

ever

got

exactly what you wanted

& 
found it

sad as a sandwich crust

on

top

a

rainblown

highstreet

waste

bin

moist in a fag butt puddle 
ham fat skein by its side 

~

we are mammals

fucking oblivious 
by the interspace highway

hitching for a strange delusion

south or north
or

up or down

thumb stuck up
for sucking

from amazon.com

MR FABULOUS

FROM A CEMETERY BENCH

in the earth

this marsh-close clay

the dead lay

some not even bones now

tucked away

&

love broken

headstones have little to say

but

the fallen berries
tucked 
in
lacquered crevices

make a playful squirrels day


~

it comes back to this -

scratch
the blank
wide open

&
be as water
with the ink

bent & coping on the cemetery bench

every 
laughing
groundhog day

from smithsonianmag.com

HEAVY WITH WEIGHT

but
now

ignorance flown banners 
stain the innocent sky

&
i
look
down
the
sofa
cushions

to see 
if i cant find
where progress 
went to hide

heavy with weight


~


i find a peanut

&
hear a bassline
in the plumbing

i find a pen lid

&
hear horns celebrate
a hesitant dawn

i breath in orange
i exhale dank swamp

these days
its electric smoke now
&
my coffees in bamboo

all heavy with weight


~


& 
everyone i know with kids -
i tell them their kids

have to save us

us animals 
cord cut
from 
the cemetery forest
& the murder plains

& they nod

heavy
with
weight


~


&
the madman
who brings them down
& 
turns the pressure up

well
hes as laminated as anyone

but peeling
from the heat

heavy with the weight

from muscleandfitness.com

MATH POPS

billion dollar b movies

permitted alchemy

lint 
in 
the
pythagoras storm


~

from

a

hobbled shell

dust clogs
the geoplanes

the regular horror

is old hat now


~

stuck

alive

between tech

& the trees

counting my blessings

on an abacus
made for two

from cnn.com

MEETING AT THE WHITE POST TREE

get a bottle

&

a carrier full of cans

go

out

in

a

field

&

kick the empties about

laugh at earth
laugh at its signs

&

roll crumble-flake-slate

up an easy tree

smoke till then its dark

& 
the world

is unmade 
is fresh again

those

were

the

days

young & before phones
meeting arranged
at 
the
white post tree

20 pences for the call box man
easy stay out till three

from essexwt.co.org