CARVERY DESSERT VOL2

back in the day

when someone said

back in the day

i knew what they meant

~

nowadays i got no clue
&
if i say it
even if i say it with irony
the irony is invisible
&
i sound like a twat to me

DELIRIUM TAPAS VOL7

left behind

yep left behind

i miss even the people i never knew

so - left behind

by what ? by peers ? time ?

the boat you never wanted that never came ?

the window you couldnt wouldnt open ?


~


man - you left you behind

dude - you stuck those heels IN

& cried for yourself in the great unravelling

opportunity rendered invisible

on that blinkered peripheral shore

DELIRIUM TAPAS VOL6

the empty lands
or so they very very seem

blunted tile
blind ceramic

the awful plumbing wires

the turf bark & meat

empty
empty 

lands


~


theres reflections to fill it
to paint time & change it

if we update & defrag 

between loving blinks

& the past
that cosy ghoul
is gone in truth

but for in our drawn puddle glow

DELIRIUM TAPAS VOL5

time packs meat on

stretches us thin

hollowed & guilty now

sluggish & slow & low

foot passengers now

on the secret skerry ferries 

queuing in the blued mire

where once 

our innocence
used to burst
&
play


~


a fast decade
two slim years
green months
red weeks
grey-beige arsehole days
two hours
one
soon none

then delirium minutes

of utter focus

or not

thats life in a nut

what will you paint on its shell ?

& when ?

CARVERY DESSERT VOL1

& grandpas line in

The Hunt

where he says he 

'couldnt believe in fairies
until he was
140 / 150
years old'

well it rings 

with an importance
to me today 

& then some


~

& its up there with

'hitler painted roses'

&

'its a test to provoke 

an emotional response'

in my thinking backpack
thats lightened now
on my 

trekless & feckless

strange & sedentary trails

DELIRIUM TAPAS VOL4

 the un-nothing lands   
 of oblivion & sleep 
 will not accept     
 my nightly surrender 

 password reset claims 
 user profile not found 

 but i remember being there - 

 i danced with lego prisoners 

 on the cardboard isle there  
 in  
 the 
 sea of plastic whey 


 ~ 


 & jigsaw stacks 
 of lonely bods  
 peter unknowing out      
 the lords dark back hole 

 they clutter up     

 my waking wire frame - 

 i must write & ask iggy 

 to talk to        

 his sister midnight 

 on my urgent behalf 

DELIRIUM TAPAS VOL3

i called hello to you all
on the back path jailway

in new dawns rude abundance
&
in tired dusks delirium parade

i wonder
are you dead now ?

no longer cherished
in the phone box glow


~


love drops cargo
from
tumultuous heights

&
we fell
fell out
out the dreaming trees
& jogged amok

nature wonder
attenborough stoked
inside the moving glass

dereliction rioting out the window

DELIRIUM TAPAS VOL2

 fascists get in thru libertys abscess   
 those infection corridors               
 those abandoned offices                 

 of swing & spin & ghosts                

 function creep crawls                   
 on the real germs dismay                

 wet market fructose                     
 in everyones plastic trough             


 ~ 


 lost in the american stories   
 my fable edges                 
 burred & blurred               
 on the skerry pier             

 jutting atlantic wise          

 out across over there            

DELIRIUM TAPAS VOL1

 

  penny haven juices   
  a gin mill town ago  

  rainbow oil in the gutter       
  aglow with machine flame flume  


  ~  

  the blunt windows square peg  

  thats the interweb            

  & its full of round holes     

  pun intended                  

THE SHITTING FORECAST

 i eat shit 
 & watch shit 

 i bite my anger down 

 i do shit 
 & sleep shit 

 my dentist warns me off   

 ~ 

 i compact my irritation 

 to diamond density 

 hoping for a facet glow 

 & i watch the shit show 

 smiling & laughing - maximum effort 

 in the  

 hollowed out 

 smoke & mirrors 

 fuckhub face 

 of it all 

from brad pitt channel memegenerator.net

ONE TRICK PONY PREVIEW #3\3 GUEST POST BY URBAN KISSES

 In some future moment 

 an unexpected gift may arise from 

 the madness  

 a phoenix  

 rising from the silt  

 like the broken and lost treasure  

 that lays itself bare on the foreshore 

 of the river 

 in the wash  


 ~ 


 Or maybe we will look back  

 see this as our turning point  

 and recognise that it was here  

 that the tide of love we had  

 simply ebbed away  

 stranding us 

ONE TRICK PONY PREVIEW #2/3 GUEST POST BY URBAN KISSES

 Drinking until we were wrecked 
 single bed sex 
 my hair trapped under your head 
 limbs tangled in the bedspread 
 waking with that familiar dread 
 wanting to stay 
 needing to leave instead 
 splashed my face 
 daubed my lips red 
 hesitating in the doorway 
 command processing overhead 

ONE TRICK PONY PREVIEW #1/3 GUEST POST BY URBAN KISSES

  Things my mind refuses to shake  
  Lime Street station  
  you nervously waiting  
  hands in pockets  
  the rattle of a key chain  
  loose change  
  polite distance  
  long distance  
  the distance between you to me  
  awkward kissing  
  kissing furiously  
  sinking down in an overstuffed sofa 
  sleeping over  
  over thinking  
  everything  
  once again  

BUDAPEST DAYS

burgers for two

outside seating 

wintertime

&

steams rising up off the bath lake

the zoo & magic fox behind us

~

you touched a sloths hand

i had one cigarette a day

your pistol jammed

i learnt the double-tap

~

cafe photo on the wall here now

wrought iron

sun lit

cat dignity

oh those big window

phrase book

old bus

days

from budapestbylocals.com

DEEPFAKE FRANCHISE ?

this relentless flow
of shorted pops
thrown online

you see them ?
thank you if you read them

theyre relentless
until theyre not

& if the dust takes me
theyll be archived
in the silicone & sand

& a handful of paper writs

~

tho i 

maybe 

could

might 

should

franchise myself eternally

in 

a
manufactured
extrapolated
deepfake poem flow

FAMILY DOORS - FOR ALL THE SCARED & BEREAVED

death is gaining

like a grandmother 

making amends

for forgotten sweets

death is gaining

like a wronged librarian
hungry to eat

my backstory for breakfast

~

turn

turn & look

look

look & see

its as natural as birth

& only family doors

from bill & ted thatmomentin.com

ROUND THE SUN AGAIN

the crossroads is closed

i sit there

seems like forever

~

an air horn 

& 

a flashbang

announce
that 

we 

swung round the sun again

~

i attempt sleep 

but messages arrive 

messages from the past

they cling to their own meaning

& their own memories

~

waters rising 

grounds sinking

jakarta went to borneo

~

i whip my failing bacon

lest it diffuse into theory 

& those old photos
they caught the child

still there
inside my tree growth rings

LONG PORK BOOTS

theres a thinking machine 

atop my meatstack

i say machine 

could be sickness 

or a deepfake hoax

maybe a burroughs virus

dominating my animal twitch

& theres cotton covered long pork
hanging there underneath my soul

randomly unresponsive
& pendular

making up its own rules
with boots on