THREE HAIKU & A BIRD 4

VICARIOUS
UNRINATIONS


attentions like a piss

when my bladders 

                been crying out loud

   cemetery limo






PIXELS ARE NO

TYPER IRON

when i wrote its roots

i had to delete its soil

     wildflower 

     meadow 





ECOLOGICAL
FARTINGS


laminated earth . . .

dont you know thats where pizza is 

love

lego

& chips ?

photo Tree Puffin from the Dagenham Archive

THREE HAIKU & A BIRD 3

SHIT ON 

A BLANKET

 

her toilet was too far

drunks prob died on the lava rocks
    

    depression

    confession

TV RAIN

CLOUDY SKY


gods turned their backs

movies are 

          just wallpaper

bruised by hard rain






DESPERATE 

WALLET


full empathy winds
           
mud & wars 

          forever arms

fetch the penny jar

photo Shed Penguin from the Dagenham Archive

THREE HAIKU & THREE BIRDS 2

DONT 

FORGET


scissors are two knives

see where they run

                  rust in the rivet

     

       pizza on the steel

PRACTICAL 

TRAGIC

cant shake the doom dreams

sleeping cat 

            stinks 

            up
            the sleeping pillow

       f e b r e z e 






CATASTROPHIC 

THINKING

worse case scenario

      is

      destination 

      number one

   sofa  plum  fruit

photo Gull Triumvirate from the Dagenham Archive 

THREE HAIKU & A BIRD 1

STORM


a wet cat shelters

the storm lasts one thunder long

righteous 

   binmen 

   strike

TRICKY 

COMMODORE

brand new is retro

this spring air -
                 it smells of years

hit shift & run/stop






DECONSTRUCTED

announce the weather

describe cat folly 

         &

         now

       resolution

photo Fence Finch With Twig from the Dagenham Archive

FRECKLES OF THE SUNDOGS

cull words

out the waiting life

        calling death



cull words

   hunt them

   in
   the
   freckles of the sundogs

BED FLOP TRUDGE

  waiting on anyone
  sounding board
  sponge
  or
  missive

so i may pronounce an anecdote

  to see the mirror
  &
  confirmation
  of 

  interaction

in the mornings long
bed flop trudge

DREAM FUDGE POP HOSP 2

the civvy-clad corpses 

gone cold-stiff

looked child-thrown

out 

on 

the 

loading bays concrete stage

its cement cracks edged with frost moss 

~

i tried to fold them

&

i tried to hide them

in the new snowfall

& 

shovelled piled ice 

in that hectic dream panic 

that might wake a regular man

~

police passed without a word

we shared a look -

workers all alone 

& we knew it

all of us rabbit hole deep 

inside 

an 

obligated 

national service of the soul

~

authors note -

i dreamed all of this

before the covidien came

portentous perhaps ?

but 

in the dream world 

it was noel fielding 

running the ITU...

photo Lift Off from the Dagenham Archive

SPAM FRITTER SNARK

penny lane
flea dart
battle enemies

  became strangers very fast

in the clique jump jags
of isolation panic row

  in childhoods
  scuffed shoe
  helpless & worthless

  u n e x p l a i n a b l e

  spam fritter snark

 

MAD JAZZ RESOLVED - ANIMAL !

 

count the locum stars

barefoot in the onion grass

&

disappear invisible - animal !

pissing free & marking

the holly hedge point blank

inside 

the gardens 

monochrome dark

where the maintenance line 

is only made manifest  

if you willingly wield 

the hand-me-down GPO rust shovel

with intent & lowborn design 

& back indoors 

its all science wonder

mad jazz resolved

in screaming blue light

photo Garden Peeping No 2 from the Dagenham Archive

NO SUCH THING AS A BROKEN TAP

 

never list the faulty devices

do not name the broken things

because

there is no such thing

as a broken tap

they only are

as they will be

& maybe were

in a plastic zen sort of way

~

plumbing is mad jazz

because 

theres no such thing 

as a broken tap

when 

the 

oak is acorn & stump

is tinder & coal & home

so never list the faulty devices

& do not name the broken things

photo Garden Peeping No 1 from the Dagenham Archive

COMPACT POPLINGS

A1

i would gibber moonward

mind hormone-fooled
to its most free flow

those midnight meadow laughter days

young & under stars



B3

the day has a mood on
clouds cross the sun

we do too it seems

collision nerves in the basted belly
unhorse me metaphorically

drama is a black black buzz



C1

i hold the past
like a dreamer

im not the only one

no white piano
just home vids to never watch

i hold the past
like a dreamer

& our hands touch anxious there

photo Dream Station No 4 from the Dagenham Archive

DREAM FUDGE POP - THE STORE BAR

 

in 

waking 

retrospect

the bar looked like a department store

& that was fine

in that dream way

& the way dreams are

spirits & chicken & white goods
hazard stacked on the floor

lou reed lookalikes on the door

dressed transformer style

i thought

passable at least from afar

~

i am drinking again

but only dream-here

& only dreamed beer

no pain 

none

& none of the meatworlds whisky fear

~

& theres no screaming at all

when

the

bulls

pile

in

slo-mo funny 

passing on cherries but bagging fur

photo- Freedom Glares #2 from the Dagenham Archive

I AM NOT HAVING A ROSY BACKFLASH

revolution 

from my bed
in your head

wherever

it WILL be televised

but i doubt i will be there

~

the devils in the details
but thats not all hes in
hes gone centrist
in the apathy malaise guesthouse
off the empathy bypass
england SW1

~

& my anger is homeless
is in emergency housing
exiled in the resignation hotel
SS something-nowhere

liberal haven

micro nation

one whole bungalow wide

photo Home Office HQ from the Dagenham Archive

SEVEN YEAR VENT, ELIPSIS HEAVY MIX

seven years now

& counting . . .

&

i 

was 

already bearing
multiple crosses . . .

but who isnt ?

hit the metaphorical refresh

& watch myself meatworld buffer

i am the hungry circle snake

of the waiting room citadel

~

the finish line ?

i will get there

but then 

who doesnt ?

i got longs odds fixed

lay your money down

the finish line ?
i will know it when i see it
maybe / hope so / fuck it

i mean
what else am i going to do ?

& i did not mean to be

a son of plastic & oil . . .

~

you all . . .

all you out there . . .

you who ever played games beside me

you keep my fuel fresh

& 

keep it coming strong . . .

& play your games still . . .

i did not mean to be

lost in the concrete . . .

when the forest is so close

i did not mean to be

such an old & crusty

touchscreen child . . .

photo - BP M&S Night Fabric from the Dagenham Archive

HAIKUS

MOVIE HAIKU #1

one car chase

french connection style

killed my nasa chances

MOVIE HAIKU #2


robert duval

saves the picture

suck it he says

punch ups in the rain

MOVIE HAIKU #3

her smile was

a stretched paint of thanks

his proposal hung

a tumbleweed away

after their glasnost wind

photo Widescreen Rain from the Dagenham Archive

 

DREAM FUDGE POP HOSPITAL

 

my old hospital super 

was oh so very sad

i see it thru the window

see her face breaking down

i bet you miss this

she says 

in a business sense

yes i say i do

& i weep too

vicariously relishing 

my own wet dissolve

because 

i only 

cry in dreams

photo - Speed #48 from the Dagenham Archive

SITCOM EXPLORATION VOL 5

a dirty flats existential smear

& late night
  street side
  disappointment

  no cabs no cabs no cabs
  all along the adventure-walk home

  as promise beats the flesh

  in dream yesterdays sepia hue


~


i almost hallucinate

those gone gone days

& i dream dream dream

  of the booze mishaps
  in the back alley flap
  of
  the 

  winter warm smoky bar
  &

  of 

  the adventure-walks back home

  anticipation trumps act again

  in the face of blooming roses

 

photo Re-Up #5 from the Dagenham Archive

DREAM FUDGE POP LONDON

i dream strange dreams
of strange places

wharves i climb there

a london that fits in my palm

lego in my pocket

cheese for sale

short cut bare foot

down the electric rail

consciousness gone
in the
alprazolam chloroform rag

photo All Rise from the Dagenham Archive

FIVE TV POPLINGS

blue blue

electric blue

cuthbert dibble & grubb

~

he can chase trains all he likes

in the dawn afternoon
sun & surf & sand

i will never
trust that horse
with my money


~


i watched credible newsreaders 

age & fade

i saw their 

tanned jowls swell

they STOMACH it ALL 

everyday

mainlining the horror

jesus christ


~


tv eye watches tv sponge
under tv skies

& out the window
well out the window

on the streets . . .

theres a march to begun

~

blue blue 

electric blue

tv flotsam be my judge

photo TV Skies No 71 from the Dagenham Archive

FOUND LIST 7

 

passport

hide

make own wallet

edit atlantic (?)

gift ideas

call re water

UC & STE

blank cards

postman anecdote

do not buy anything

funeral questions & body donation

wash hats

photo Red #118 from the Dagenham Archive