ODE TO A FLY

oh youre one 

inquisitive fly

what do you know
of black mirrors & acrylic paints ?

oh inquisitive fly

that shade is called Mars Black
if youre interested

learn fast 

inquisitive fly 

learn fast

for you shall be 

dead by dinner

& dust by dawn

from dreadcentral.com by stormbrush.com

MEMORY POP #10

outside
heathrow
terminal 4

we threw snowballs

delayed

& later i would dawn nap
in a borrowed wheelchair

lenin waiting

before
russia
fell

1000 years ago

from wikiwand.com

SHOTGUN MORNING

wired & tired 

on 

the
tablecloth starting blocks

empty starting gun goes 

      CLICK

morning coffee shouts 

    GO GO GO

it must be talking
to someone else


~

  because 

something drew a circle around me

i hear shotguns in the distance
& drink the sunshine on the bed

  because
something drew a line around me

&

i

feel

machines on the breeze

of 

the revolutionary dead

from circle line art school youtube.com

SIGNIFICANT TIME IN HISTORY, A DISINTERGRATING SKETCH POP OF DIMINISHING RETURNS

living thru a very
significant time in history

curfew cluster-fuckery
AIs join the military

one rule for all

consistent message

youll be lucky . . .

in these poundland lockdown

zig zag days

~

generation defined

paradigm shift

ingrowing toenail
& all the rest

& the red berry bush
is culled
but unkillable
outside our quiet windows

~

  take the train

 take the bus

   no carping 

    no fuss

 ( unless grandmas on there

   & only before 9 or after )

~

  hands

     face

 mace

  knees & toads

     knees 

      & toads

     two worlds

   two faces

     one track

 two traces

   & implode

        yes 

      implode

~

  moon shot

    pot shot

 fancy a suicide dram

      from 

    the 

       silver spoon ?

  blitz spirit

   innit !

      innit ?

    blitzed spirit

 more like

&

any sympathy for the arseholes

      of celebrity LA . . ?

from spectrum.ieee

FINISHED

  like
raw clay
roughly
shaped

like demos
     the lipstick killers

           &
     another green world

like preparation sketches
    &

   my instagram scribbles

of
all
the styles & disciplines
what i like the most

its that

which is 

not entirely

from amazon.co.uk

DIAGRAM OF THE LANE 1

sunday

after dinner
we would walk up the lane

farmhouse 

mad house 

boarded-up house

the horse on the gas land meadow

pigs to look at

& we wedged our toes 
in the stone walls crumble

~

abandoned

chalk pit 

rail tunnels 

& 

a castle gone

 

wars iron 

leftovers-

in a 

bramble tangle 

they rust in peace

~

grandad 

collected 

footy pools

a win for him

would have meant

legoland for me

from pinterest.co.uk

GRAFFITI IN MY UNDERPASS, MEMORIES REVENGE

friend fucker phantom foe

boasting snarking larking

in encouraging rage

i miss you all
&

still hear you all

you graffiti'd my underpass a rainbow

~

  you

itch my bantam elbow

in the cough syrup night

  

  you

tickle my sick moonscape

all the brick wall day

~

  well-

its memories talking

taking cold revenge

 

old neurons dancing again

in the activity gulf 

tired boundaries gone to mist

in the function creep

of a locked groove 

hypnagogic blur 

he said-

things are getting formless

& they are

from huffingtonpost.co.uk 
a dali-style dreamscape of tired, rundown bodies 

created by the st. louis post-dispatch's tom borgman in 2004

BRITA FILTER PANTS

the skyscape is
thug boot bruises

a mirror ball moon
makes up the stars

my oasis is long dry
is a gulch of IOUs . . .

no - of UOIs 


~

i plug my holes with them
to slow the soft dyke leak

& 

change out the 

brita filter 

saddle stitched 

in the gusset

of my custom 

crazy horse 

under pants

from thestonetrust.org

image by Nick Aitken, DSWA-GB Master Craftsmen and Certified Instructor.

MOAN ARMY

       WE are not built
   for WHAT we have built

       wheres 

ALL the benches & bins & bogs ?

theres too few 

       TREES for me

spikes & hostile corners

    on EVERYTHING else

~


&
like soldiers
we
do
what
we
do

for those next to us

meat complicit disclaimer signed

in the early dusk

cursive stylus slipping

on the offered glass

from theguardian.com

SHARING CIGARETTES

whenever i end
&
where ever i fall

after it all

im still back there

under the college arches 

& 

in the malls back road bin stink

in the rain & forever

sharing cigarettes
with you

calling bring out your dead

like we were clever

like we knew it all

from everydayhealth.com

NO NOT YOU

most days
i dont think on god

in little school

when we were taught his name

i assumed there would be a photograph

or an assembly visit  

maybe a lecture

maybe he would sign his book for me

like h e todd did

i had roughneck flask of cordial

& buttered crackers in a tub

vintage cars on my chewed collar shirt

i filed him with fairy tales

& blakes 7

the money tree

& the garden wolf

but still i hear him whisper

'no, not you'

in that way

he might have

if he has

from express.co.uk

ROSE TINT PANOPTICON

a disembodied tv show
dances in my night time head

& i miss everyone  

everyone i ever met or mailed

everyone i stalked or failed

sat rose tinted now

in
my
sepia memory panopticon

from theguardian.com/technology

SILVER JUBILEE RECURRING MEMORY

dressed up as a cowboy
no caps 

in my 

top-break six shooters

i tasted the sand
from a garage floor

silver jubilee 1977

sunshine 

on the 

dead end 

tablecloth 

trestles

tv gardener silent behind the long fence

rain & thunder 

on plastic hats 

in the red white & blue 

afternoon

from home/bt.com/news/on-this-day

REMINISCING 101

NINE YEARS DRY 1

nine 

years 

dry

& thirsty puns aside
theres still fruit inside

this 

fermented

sediment

shell

NINE YEARS 2 

(TO THE TUNE OF CHEST FEVER)

didnt know i was losing

didnt know my using

was really abusing

thought i was winning

thought the delusion

was my own decision

that gloves-off hard collision

of addiction 

& poison

took down my position

of political

disinhibition 

down down down down 

below the pubs

mad carpet floor

NINE YEAR HANGOVER

im a 

fine-aged 

backpage now

a 

full-bodied 

memory cow

an index 

for 

reminiscing 101

&

a

hangover nine years long  

from townandcountrymag.com

 

ITS A TEST TO PROVOKE AN EMOTIONAL RESPONSE

life
is
a
gift

batteries not included

warranty
in
the
confessional

wrapping discarded

on the bathroom floor

batteries not included robots from pinterest.com

NEIGHBOUR SAYS

' the streets aint paved wiv gold anymore
  & theyre jumping off boats in the channel
  to make the navy pick them up !

  how do they pay for that ?  eh ?
  lucky they got money . . .

  & i told this dr rashiid
  my arthritis is too bad 
  for me to drive to her clinic
  & i cant pay £18 for a taxi 
  why should i ? '

  he says getting out of his car
  box of fosters under his arm
  

  & painters arrive
  to paint another coat
  on his pristine garage castle 

from royalnavy.mod.uk

PLASTIC ZEN & SCHRODINGERS PACKAGE

postman delivers a package
a package is such joy

it could be ANYTHING 
ANYTHING in the world

~

    open it . . .

 
& mystery is exiled 

with the excessive packaging
& the joy recedes 
in a brown paper tide

my residue smiles
in amusing self-knowledge

&

nebulous plastic zen

from retailgazette.co.uk

SOUL BUFFET

im a conduit

ailing - theres gaps

light gets thru

~

thru the unoffical bypasses

from the heavy metal fatigue

you
find
it
here

ether filtered

like cosmic volvic & meat evian

a flat platter from

my fragmented soul buffet

lets meat from ny.eater.com

FRESH AIR MEDICINE

the

invisible

warm

wall

of

weak summer breezes

dry tickle teases

those hot flat nights

& winter is pure desperate noir

i like autumns nostalgia flush

& springs careful hope brigade

~

the changing seasons

gear up / gear down

either way

its gentle electric

& a memory hq bums rush

from pschologytoday.com martinan/istock

MO PLASTIC ZEN

the gardens triangular 

& falls away north

i am barefoot on the grass

hoping for magnetic defrag

trees nod - they KNOW

i am between the meat here

&

the motherboard motherload

mad with sobriety

&

quieted by worry

& 

alert from the advertising underground

CLONE GRETA THUNBERG (IF SHE DOESNT MIND)

that we should 

have / need / formed

a group even called

Extinction Rebellion

instead of a dedicated government dept

blows 

my 

tiny / naïve / idealistic 

arrested development mind

~

you moan 

you complain 

you lock them away

they made you late 

they made you think

realitys calling

but

sanity out of fashion

thunder storms & blunder storms

over fantastic today

they are all wendys brother

true-mad on the ozark shore

from STEVE DIETL/NETFLIX