DOWN ON COBWEB LANE

i felt like
i got
the hang of it

for one bastard half-second

i felt like

i knew

the way of it

for one tease-clock-tick blim

~

i am 

talking 

about

the resonance & vibration
of the reason & the rhyme

& it has no words
& it has no instruction

i saw that much

i saw Something

for a fucking change

~

then back to the arcade murk 

cobwebs clinging

in the sweat of my face

down on cobweb lane

photo by Palash Jain on Unsplash

OSMOSIS BUFFET VOL 5

vicarious darkness dances
on
the
tip
of
my
mind-tongue today

watch out -

the humans are behind us

~

roger corman horrorshow

broadcast hard

into

my 

101 frontal lobes

watch out -

our tarnished jewel

burns at your six


~

backlit shadow-boats

rock on their ropes

in the will-o-wisp night

turn around -

lifes behind you

natch

photo by Guillaume de Germain on Unsplash

SOUND FILE VOL 8

 

   evolution

   dont make me laugh

i sit saggy

bloated & baggy

on

the

wonky

pitted

uncut

lawn

   & 

sigh out micro bead mist

hot oil cracks in my electric drugger

   & 

kipple delivery trucks 

creak & wheeze

   in 

   the 

pothole shithole street

~

   i 

   used 

   to 

top off the liquid lunch

with available contraband

   & 

   buckle 

   in 

for the dusk & dawn

team scotch olympiad

   &

   we

   decided 

records played on the wrong speed

was the best way to test for talent

   quincy jones 

   productions

   won hands down

OSMOSIS BUFFET VOL 4

  

  & 

the dreams interface

with nightmare residue

i wake / dont know who i am

reality is a bad hat

i escape

out the fish market exits

of the veil in-between

  &

the nightmares interlink

with dreams glue & sand

reality is a top hat / a crown

on

all 

heads

but mine 

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SOUND FILE VOL 7

bleached a-holes
&
arse implants
on
the
trout lipped
mirror fools

hair plugged
lipo sucked
air-con apes

broadcast brain farts
to the watching world

with
carnival garish circus jingles
for fruit based day-glo apps


~


we are laminated
or getting there

inside & out

wipe clean plastic air . . .

still tho
builders build & drill & saw

meat world creation & manipulation
over the cell phone rants

SOUND FILE VOL 6

 

shower gel smell

& bbq smoke

summer / people are coming

the pavement holds on

to the days infra red

& neighbours 

  overlong 

  goodbye 

  shouting

  taints 

  my

  pre-dusk reverie 

~

smell of hot metal

oven been on for hours

that was sunday at nans

laughter & a chair short

clock chimes church bell tune

on the mantlepiece tile

for one hundred years

OSMOSIS BUFFET VOL 3

i make a tenuous peace
its generous & poetical

theres dream faces on the pillow
as nightmares pound my heart

& a contact strip of birds

hangs outside the window

in 

dawns 

slo mo flash

~

i am not the child i used to be

i grew round him like a tree

autopsy will find 

my / his 

paddington ringer t

photo by Joe Dudeck on Unsplash

OSMOSIS BUFFET VOL 2

i dont know anything when i wake

i feel maybe i am again a child

i am on a sofa opposite myself

but it is a sofa i have never known

&

theres 

an 

Ineffable Anthropomorphism - yes !

in

the

consolation landscape

photo by Jon Tyson on Unsplash

OSMOSIS BUFFET VOL 1

  the acorn 

   is both
 tree & stump

      &
the drinking glasses 

   all broken

duh & natch

~

 one buddhist
 three eyes
 two needs 

 salt & love

~

 salt & love - its from star trek

   he said

  a warrior poet

in the sci fi sense

~

he chooses 

the weirdest roles

these days

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URGES & A RHYMING REFLECTION

i want to ride a tiger

i want to write a novel

i want to score a goal


~

we lived
a future ode

to the pub
up on the hill

we found that night
the lights went out

downhill
at the bull

photo by 𝗔𝗹𝗲𝘅 𝘙𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘳 on Unsplash

THIS TEXT HERE

as obvious
& pedestrian
& unremarkable
as the events were & seem 

that they contrived

to
place
THIS text HERE

is still too much to hold
&
blows my tiny eight bit mind

out of its oil crisis

half day closing

silver jubilee

space age origins

photo by Chris LeBoutillier on Unsplash

THE LONG GAME

the long game

wears you d

           o

            w

             n

takes your inside fire-god out

all the short deaths 

            

             s

             t

             a

             n

by the night d

                                     

overstretch your leadbelly s          g

                             p      n

                               r  i

~

&

in these weather-watch days

of

the

long games uptight sphinct

its 

dawn that brings relief

whod have fucking thought ?

photo by Joshua Earle on Unsplash

FOR A MINUTE OR TWO

  after 

  many 

  years
i have found it possible

 s o m e t i m e s

if you watch for it

  to
actually
enjoy
writing

for a minute or two

  or  l o n g e r

if health holds out

& 

the 

knuckle bones read clear

in the divination milk

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OH MY DAYS

i shit only air

disappointed

was looking forward to that

~

close the book
poems in / shit out
that was the plan

close the book

~

i know i will be back soon

& not too late

touch wood

touch cloth

ha

this soft machine maintenance

oh my days 

photo by Daniel Cheung on Unsplash

SOUND FILE VOL 5

old gone 90s radio

plays out the hatchback
in sick-note 2021

a fry-up for thought

& full-on nostalgia

in the undertaking lane

i wormhole & glitch

on pitsea coco street 

tesco extra dead ahead

the hit & miss dance-rock crump

is spattered with memory yells

& loud / quiet denim angst

its siren song

in the mythology sense

between the djs sleepy humdrum 

& logo cheese

~

van doors slam eternal 

in 

these home delivery days

its drum machine primitivism 

&

every bleep in the street

is a techno tweet

& a treat to meet

at

small englands castle gates

SOUND FILE VOL 4

 

90s radio 

on in the motorcar

in 2021 

leafy murmurs & thunderclaps

dayglo whistles in the air

look down all day at your shoes

two journeys 

for the price of one

~

the bad is worse & the ok better 

rose tinted right ?

its in its context now

safe in a history box

landlines still rung

napster a teenage dream

~

  i 

  reckon 

Lester Bangs would rate the Prodigy

& not much else

  

  & 

  spit cool accelerator bile 

  on the unrock dirge laments*

 

* you know who i mean

SOUND FILE VOL 3

 

book love

yes

ignorant bitching

from behind the fence

&

my heart near fast as fear

~

book love

yes

&

someone always shouts 

at the kids who shout 

in free trampoline glee

SOUND FILE VOL 2

 

i take to bed

with well read text

& read & dream & dose myself

to mad dream sleep

electric scooter

buzz-whizzes punctual laps

in the 

futurescape

streetside 

evening

~

& 

the signs i find

in the dreaming

fade on wakings

afternoon

half-lit

gloom

the cats noises are ambiguous 

& my breath 

slow as sleep

conflicts his 

feral / tame

dichotomy concerns

SOUND FILE VOL 1

 

& i lost you 

& i love you

& i miss you all

whoever played games beside me

shotguns flat cracks 

echo across these meadows

anaemic 

shadow

of your

military

send off

~

ill equipped to deal

with the myriad devils

in the legion details

& 

the big picture shire horse expanse

&

the birds aggressive mating racket

between 

infernal & ubiquitous 

summer lawn machines

is painting enough for me

PUB DAYS & CAT STREETS

in the pub
stare at the carpet

smoke / mean laugh / real laugh
rounds in & down / quadruples

kill the fear or try
feel different or try
& fall down the hill

fight the parked cars
like steppenwolf
like don quixote

drain pocket bottles
on the bowling green turf

stars & halloween clouds
& a yellow asking moon

follow
follow
follow
& protect my hoody back

down all the cat streets to home

photo by Kathy Morales on Unsplash

1980s I JUST DONT KNOW

a brown plastic of cider

& a kind of canvas blouse 

townhall saturday night ( a ... disco ? )

backstep escape ( set a pattern ... )
in white-speckled chinos

like tarmac under a birdshit tree 

knock-off converse clones
& hair so confused -

gel in / gel out / fuck gel !
& my sarcasm peaked
into mocking silence
i
just
dont
know

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