TINY PLASTIC SUITCASE

& i grew

no option

& learned to lean in

lean into it

like on deadmans curve

like on a vincent black shadow

into the fluid apex of the future

& the smoked & amber flood

assembly hymns left in the dust

with the tiny plastic suitcase

& the lunchtime bell

from bikeexif.com

DECLARATION

 

i 

am

a 

culdesac tangent

a spur off

the

replacing circle

awake in the dark

ok ?

& listening to the winds

from visitalbuquerque.org

APOLOGIES BUT

 

my

brain

is slo-mo

&

my

wallet

slim-jim

but hold your horses you authors

i

shall

read

you yet

from changingworld.com

MISTY MORNING POPS

 

mist cushion sits 

on the fields 

slow dawn lap

soft morning beauty

around the hospital tower

~

swing low 

sweet chariots

says the old man

in his baggiest boxers

zero tasking 

on the lawn

from en.wikipedia.org

LOOKING FOR CHERRIES

endgame fireworks

celebrate what ?

behind the lockdown terrace

the apocalypse 

has walked in

the back way

looking for cherries

  & 

 the

muffle thud-thud 
out hatchbacks 
overkill woofer

announces our unkillable bass

from audiodrive,org

RAT ALLEY

to live

its stacked against us

wall of bins block the rat alley mouth

look who didnt make it

look how strong they were

& heres us in the gibson ether

getting it done

feeding the bins

in the rat alley mouth

from treehugger.com

ALWAYS A PLEASURE

always a pleasure he would say
leaving after another
tattoo & coffee session

hes not come back
but i believe he meant it
& reciprocate

hes only a victim
of convenience & happenstance

of the thorns & soft moss underfoot
on lifes slow journey
to the big lake

from upi.com/Science_News

NERVOUS IN SAVAGE GARDENS

is anything so hard
after all we have done & done ?

all we got to do now
is live till we die

& i seen the world outside
& i seen the world on tv

& i am torn
torn into submission

no - indecision


~

i done that nervous chunder
in the savage garden bin

bile risen in the tower hill 

london wall tunnel spill

& 

the flip side -
twinkle eyed marching 

on a sparking mission 

shirt out & billowing
round the fountains & lions
of the city square stone

i hit an undrunk full stop
outside the museum there

my home grown third eye dried 

& good for blink glimpses only

~

& my age is like a weight now

a mansion house foot scraper

a hand-me-down iron - metal

its a comfort monkey on my back

&

i re-smelt it daily

into

a

morning medal

i award myself 

at lunch

from wikipedia.org

LANDFILL HILL (AFTER LISTENING TO BOB FORREST)

most 

everythings 

in landfill hill *

apart from love & fear

these jeans 

this hat

1000 unceremonied burials

we went mad with stuff

~

impossible / unlikely / crazy

as it feels / is / sounds

one day i may be 

blown dust & smoke drift 

loose in the bird cloud sky

except for my love & my fear
theyre the hills

the mountain valleys

timeless maybe & almost music

tomorrows uncut songs

blunt mineral  

potential in the stone

~

i hope they keep you up

or you find others that do

on the streaming dial

i hope they save your life 

save your love & your fear 

i hope you give 

my vintage denim 

a good home

pockets mad with stuff

above landfill hill

* in spirit at least-

  dont look in the loft

from the guardian.co,uk

the matterhorn reflected in riffelsee, zermatt, swiss alps. frank fischbach

WORDS THROW SHAPES

 

words 

are 

important toys

& can withstand much play

they learn with you

& throw shapes in gratitude

for

any  

exposition restraint

from onlytechno.net

GRACELESS LAND

coffee tastes thin

metallic

the vapour is edgy

a lighter poison

these arent the days of miracles & wonderment

we have stopped evolving

this is a short distance fool

from teeherivar.com

EVER IT WAS, STATE OF THE PUNION

south screws the north

ever it was

 & 

we cover our mouths from germscare

 & 

we cover our ears for mindhealth

 & 

the nepotism is on fire

ever it was

~

 & them

 they lay their seeds 

for the coming blame game
between the lines of wafflecock spew
in 
the 

press conference 

back-pat parades

 & 

 their pressing questions

feed a child ? kill a fox ?

we know their answer & ours

ever it was

from pinterest.com

NO PAWS OF GLASS

animals-
no possession perfection 
blameless in murder & theft

like the wood
like the stone

unselfconsciously 

brewing effervescence 

like a storm

solo tasking

with no paws of glass

no search & tap distraction
on
the
still & content lawns

deadleaf carpet today

from lovewapping.org

ARENT WE ALL

waiting for my time 

on a street corner

loose change in my lining

waiting waiting waiting

for something to happen

well my time might 

well has been & gone

when i was waiting 
on a street corner

field dirt in my boots

waiting waiting waiting 

for something to happen

well my time might be right now

this coffee & kitchen chair

this sand in my hands

& i notice 

too late ? 

too late !

nah / whatever

tomorrow never looked so fine

as with my eyes tight shut today

from mexeperience.com

A DREAM OF PANIC & MADNESS

i had a dream with a voice-over
it was murdery dream

full of panic & madness

chanting in the streets
riot fences
government overreach

the voice-over 

was part narrator 

part news anchor

& described the deliberate 

& deceptive planted evidence

wendys brother was there
i couldnt save him - maybe i was him

& i woke to birdsong

eno notes

& the homey cough & rumble 

of morning starting cars

from the telegraph.co.uk

JUST ANOTHER PANDEMIC MONDAY (TO THE TUNE OF MANIC MONDAY BY THE BANGLES)

its monday already
i was just in the middle of a 'mare

i was kissin' boris johnson
in a surgical blue shielding scare

i stayed up late

watching the tv death toll parade

these are the days
when you wish everything was already paid

its just another pandemic monday

wish everything was better

i can see the plumber

but not my own mother

just another pandemic monday

dont have to catch a train
got to be nowhere by nine

good luck booking a test online
keep tapping refresh all the time

& it doesnt take me long
to figure out what im gonna wear

yesterday was exactly the same
& the strange rules are already here

its just another pandemic monday

no test before symptoms show

looking in a care home window

at grandpa who doesnt know

that its just another pandemic monday

from redbubble.com

DECONSTRUCTED LOST LIMERICK HALF POP

got a cash stash
for a  hash dash

is the middle of a limerick 

insomnia made up

& lost the rest

nostalgia weeps
&
i miss the night

dark is safe danger - a balance

( sunshine beautiful often lies )

faux free in the days back end
& 

times own shadow zones

Elliot Moore from London, England - Shadow People

CREATIVITY WILL SET US FREE

if i see 

even halfway thru
the veil of you

if i put my fist
in the face 

of the fuckery of you

if theres Something
there NOW

that wasnt there
before

then that
was a day was a day 

yes indeed

& deserving of
animal sleep

from bbc.co.uk

WAS THERE EVEN LIGHT WHERE THE LIGHT WAS BEFORE ?

 

  its 

the elderly man contest 

said the comedian

a light touch 

he takes 

with the politics


~

lets vote for a face to hate

or adore with flags

another naked meatbag emperor

who never ever had any clothes

  &

the shadow wings

of
social decimation

shall

flap un-faltered

~

the system is mad
across the gi pond

(ha but look whos talking)

qanon is the covid
of the silicon sand

  & 

i refresh the news
helpless as any cow
in the stungun line


~

theres comfort in my shampoo
that smells like basic earth

  oh 

  nature 

such a blameless trove of messes

~

  &

its such blind faith isnt it
when we drum
all the kids 

with that concept of fairness

when revenge is a dish
best served sweet

~

  theres 

dark at the end of the tunnel

where i dont even know

if there was light before

  &

the ideal we aimed for

is a con deal we pay for

democracy reduced

like a bogof sale

illustration virginia frances sterrett 1921

ALMOST - A STRUGGLE TO EXPLAIN

almost an artist
but destroyed
by the tv headache

by the ennui

& 

the time machines demands

of multitudes legion

almost wise

& bursting with an exposition
of 

the pain the clouds the life . . .

well thats not quite right


~

insight explanations 

almost
almost
on the tip of my coffee burnt tongue

but this almost 

this thing 

almost a sensation

& not quite a gut 

never more than 
almost almost Something

my own interior tease

~

conclude

it

is -

a beautiful love child 

of delusion & aged decay

that

i 

will

express with just 

a simple sweep 

of one hand

my sleepy eyes

holding the rest 

in mysterious check

why not why not why not

The Thinker by Rodin

Image: © Dreamstime

MUSIC IN MY HEART

when music is in my heart 

  my head 

  can throw 

  itself away

premature percussion 

popping in the pipes

experimental riffs 

epileptic in the clay

~

give me a new york mirage
before i go

& a casket of bar-room wood
when i do

want whisky flames you see

& a basement dust piano

to play lazy boogaloo

piano in the prometheus theatre from reddit.com