NOT ENOUGH DAY IN THE HOURS

 

   

  migraine 

like possession

brain a madmans mnemonic salad 

      raining now

   on the greenland cap

      & even in its last hours

       precious yesterday

    is near sacred for me

~

    stretched out

   in rainbow halos

angry lion handpainted

  on copper-green brick divider

not enough day in the hours

      for this shit

  tv hills are six weeks old

 seeds & trees 

    mysterious to me

 

SPLIT UNBEAUTIFUL

its plastic now
that glitters

in springwinters low struggling sun

it uglys up my short walks

~

was booze glass before
sharp dream shards

in warm forest greens & amber browns

would see it on my home treks

catching dawn like heavens peaks

~

its UV cracks now
split unbeautiful

in the dry littered runnels 

of factory lava

worrying up

           my conscience flicker

REMEMBERING GONE FESTIVAL

generator hum 

             on the bacon wind
skunk funk 

          in the woodsmoke weft

sparse crowd for early jazz

barter town on acid

~

islands in the mire
bez in a situation

aisha without iggy

was barter town on acid

    mad max in a dmc

1981 & SPIES IN THE TREES

conifers were legion

gap in the fence

footholds in the wall

orange  

        pedal  

               car

~

hollow laurel
to hide inside

playing at spies

finger print kit 

dead-drops & all

photo by Jeremy Eckert on Unsplash

OUT OUT AND OTHER MY-KUS

 

read up 

&

up game

reset the rock dominos

play a fresh hand

~

all the glass is second hand

i wonder - 

does the city miss me ?

~

 get out / out-out

 out-out ?

   

not so easy & anyway - 

you seen it out there ?

UPDATE FAILED

 

monday & theres no binmen yet

it makes me feel strange
none of the clatter & shouts

i miss the clatter & shouts

theres plenty of work vans tho 

a big white camper that looks lost 

& an eight wheeler of toxic something

i cant tell what

with tethered hoses like outside innards

the strange duck opposite is lining up 

mobility aids in the street

for the rag & bone men again

more mobility aids ?

he did this all last week

an old man rests on our front wall

curved over like a crescent moon

hes going the wrong way for a paper

he was 8 stone at his RAF weigh in 1943

& hes 8 stone again

or so he says

thats ALL he says

hes dressed all over in beige

ready for another desert campaign

monday 

no binmen

only one bird 

no breeze to speak off

calling it

update failed

drawing the curtains

will check on it later

STATUS

yeah
ok
sometimes im a solid mass

all real & proper & that

with trousers on
a shirt

& so forth & etc

with sometimes even a place to go

but 

other 

times
im hands reaching out
from some dirt-cloud smog

my face like a strangers surprise

A FESTIVAL POP

cider in the dew air

canvas & dawn & fire
humidity leeching off
the low dishcloth sky

taj mahal & alabama 3
& i missed the beastie boys
& they missed me

FIRST THINK BEST THINK

first thought best thought

& all that

used to be
when i slacked myself
down onto the defaults

was an image of running animals i saw
on fire or generating fire
like will o wisps

blame sickness
blame the wasp factory

nowadays
when i power down the giganoggin
& channel the ether buzz

& its a handgrenade i see
where my heart used to be

& i know
i shat out
the pin

spoon caught on a rib spur

Photo by Lians Jadan on Unsplash

THE GHOSTNET

older me visits in a dream

advises me to belt the fuck up

he is wild-eyed 

with hard-won hindsight

~

younger me visits in a dream

warns me to shut the fuck up

he is panicking 

at the reckless exposure

~

i serve the ghostnet i tell them

not you

the ghost net of winterzone  

  & 

its plastic mouth

photo by Umberto on Unsplash

A PLASTICS BOY

a son of oil
  &
a plastics boy

  hidden & sore -

acne in a patchy beard

~
 

  & 

time sleeps & time flies

when creation

  is afoot
  is alive

  ebow frisson in the stereo slide

photo by Heather Zabriskie on Unsplash

INBETWEEN INCARNATIONS

 

i was buzzed & anxious & loosed

inside the afternoons claggy clog

 

it was a sunshine birthday august

of unsure overlapping college cliques 

was i under-dressed ?

was i over-dressed ?

i WAS totally untethered

deep in boredom & tension

by a fake stone rockery 

~

i was visiting 

i was undrunk 

i was in a no-plan-tag-along

&

it

was

by a rumble-slosh dishwasher

in a strange summer kitchen

that

i 

found familiar night-time people

doing unfamiliar daytime things 

photo by Mohammad Esmaili on Unsplash

DUE SOUTH

soviet siberia

california woodgate valley park

&

that vegas suckhole

budapest 

&

the hockenheim ring

the darkest arctic circle

~


next time should go south

yes

we go south 

next time we go

photo by Tom Podmore on Unsplash

RUNNING ON FUMES

  when your mind 

       is

   terrifyingly

  e  m  p  t  y




. . . natch . . .


~

zip & vim gone
or never to wake

running on fumes

running on the residue 

           

           in 

           the 

           lobotomy pipe

MADE IT THIS FAR

made it this far

soft office
electro-typer on

shower & coffee did good work
but its not enough

made it this far
soft sans office

listening to the binmens 

plastic rumble & iron wheeze

reality for breakfast 

in the come down fog

cat on windowsill overwatch
nude brunch in a plastic bag

DELIRIOUS DIVINATION VOL 5

we are a lilliputian affair

a child-drawn sun 

an unrealistic cloud

plastic & magnetted

to the fridge door

~


& the baths too hot
it just makes things worse

i 

will 

never 

ply

your

trade 

again

photo by sendi gibran on Unsplash

DELIRIOUS DIVINATION VOL 4

 

  & 

nothing feels as CLEAN these days 

as the 

  Unpurchased
    Unneeded
      Craved-for
        Hard-sell
          Oil-derived
            Kipple item

   LEFT BEHIND

   in

   the
   shop shelf pot

humanitys drunken flowers

force-bloomed with blood 

oil rigs as ugly as it gets

photo by Chris LeBoutillier on Unsplash

DELIRIOUS DIVINATION VOL 3

  i 

 want 

a bivvy for two 

&  

a double woobie

& a gentle gentle mercury stream

where new fish catch quicksilver light

& gone cats sit there with us

mesmerised & mesmerising

~

& theres some kind

of 

a 

domination virtue

in the forest fires

immense on the nature tv

horror coming home to roost

sad i am

objectivity smashed

with awe

photo by Drew Farwell on Unsplash

DELIRIOUS DIVINATION VOL 2

 

ubiquitous & king

is 

a 

brown bubble drink

FYI & TIL pepsi had a navy . . . 

this mammal apprenticeship 

needs turtle taught lessons 

hello darkness my old friend

its good to dystopia again

~

& FYI & TIL

theres 

a 

southern hemisphere town -

its gutters legislated

from 3000 miles away

regarding its lack of rainfall ownership 

yes i know . . . 

& THAT is old hat now

hello darkness my old friend

its good to dystopia again

photo by Norbert Tóth on Unsplash

DELIRIOUS DIVINATION VOL 1

 

  all 

  this 

dystopian robocop OCP 

sort-of-shit everywhere

corporate gov & human units

onechain & blockcoin

just eat your gazprom

curve screen 

    folding glass

        camera obscura

  fuck  it  all

~

fox left a bear

wet with mist & rain

on the morning lawn

yes