MUSIC GAGAKU YES

 

one day
i will 
just write 

a list
of recommended music here

instead
of
my

own
typed-up gut-gas

music says it better than me

better than anyone

lets hear it for the new gods

& the beautiful architecture

of their bloodless weaponry

pun intended

yes

A HEAVEN STRAW FOR CLINGING

at 

least 

that
weird scripture
has music in heaven

even if its only bossy trumpets

dont tell me 

les paul not tried 

to electrify a harp up there

& we all know

gene krupa

cant sit still

its a straw to cling to

when
all the ports here

are

busy making storms

Photo by Maxime Favier on Unsplash

EYES HALF SHUT, WARNING - SARCASTIC USE OF INVERTED COMMAS

next you know youre 'awake'

all the props have been reset

worry - present / anxiety - check

you lurch like spam on bone
into the barbed & coiled day

another 'experiment' in 'intelligence'

you call the 'surgery'

you 'feel' like a redial app

'ready' to listen to the on-hold muzak

&

recorded 'thanks' in the static crackle

one eye only

& thats half shut

which vain glorious 'dr'

will waste your 'time'

on the phone 

today ?

THERE I GO AGAIN

the lack of answers
to the big questions

makes me think
about questions

& question
the questioning process

& there i go again

spaced out & in 

the milbank fog bogs & quagmires

thinking about thinking
eating my tail
going translucent 

&  

   d

      e

        t

      a

         c

               h

                   e

                          d

BEERS IN THERE

you took down a curtain

you think you did it careful
you used it as blanket
for an armchair bed

you done worse

you egged the kitchen ceiling

you wake
its shit


~

other stay-over guests

tolerant / wary guests

climb on stools 

& chip dried egg 

from the ceiling

with wood spatulas 

you share a look

you cant help

its shit

& you know 

beers in there

TO THE TUNE OF THE DRUGS DONT WORK BY THE VERVE

 

all this time of being ill

its getting me down, my love

like gas in a lamp, waiting to be lit

this time its 'all in my mind'

now the drs dont help

they just makes things worse

but

sure 

i'll

take

their
drugs
again

THE WAGES OF OVERTHINK

you f

    a

    l

    l 

thru the 

evolved ambiguities
of our 

fluid lexicon 

you see ghost shadows

in the tossed salad

yes you do

you took it apart

it took YOU apart

& you rebuild it

all cash-in-hand cowboy wrong

photos by mango-tango monkey-pyjamas

U S E D

 

used to be sharp

used to be a yes

used to be accelerated 

used to be there

used to know

used to be high immaculate

used to be

used to

used

u  

   s

         e

               d

photo by mango-tango monkey-pyjamas

CAT POP 112

      was

   raised by foxes

   in the foraging dawn  

  

  now he throws bipolar jags 

     on 

      the 

       dusk window sill

        

          &

    disco naps at noon

 blocking wardrobe access

~

  he hams it up on the rug

    prayer paws

        &

     big eyes

     like he read up on wikihow

   we let him off -

      he was holy chosen

         with a black cat nod

  

NO SHOES

 

you are reformatted 

in the rabbit hole foyer

you are an update salad

in the field-wide spiderweb dew

your metaphors mix a new smog

in another doublethink matrix day

so you do your animal style

maximum effort !

gut heart & lungs

no shoes

predator quiet

RESPONDS IN KIND

 

you watch a bad movie
you seen it before

it doenst matter
that was the plan

you have limited option

you kill time

time responds in kind

photo by mango-tango monkey-pyjamas

NATURE SUGGESTION

 

the borders & barriers

the bubble they built in your mind

(smile can you ?

 in the dread afternoon)

you think well fuck them

they just make you climb

(laugh can you ?

 clock bound in the flesh wall)

papers be damned

you got mass here

& the shitter door

& the sleeping pod

& a shoe box of snaps 

well you think thats ok

but the rest should be natures suggestion

photo by mango-tango monkey-pyjamas

TEN YEARS A BLOGGER 5/5

ten years ago i started this blog

its name can not be posted nor linked
apart from twitter

hence the d o u b l e  s p a c i n g

as it anniversary approached i made this list

epic denial
icy breakdown
flatulent burnout
railway rebirth
paper phoenix
stubborn airframe

grief is not reserved for deaths fallout
love not reserved for the young guns
old hats learn new tricks
old heads wear new hats

i always have specific books on hand
i am not going to name them

inspiration tomes i call them
but safety blankets is more accurate

theyre ambient

yes

2011 uk city riots
     tohoku earthquake & tsunami
     tawakkol karmen


thank you for your continued support


h a t c h b a c k s o n f i r e .
b l o g s p o t .
c o m

TEN YEARS A BLOGGER 4/5

ten years ago i started this blog

i often forget where i got the name

i remember & smile

i have a tattoo of a hatchback on fire

i often forget why

it surprises me in the shower

i remember & smile

'a poem or pic a day until i die or dont'
a bold promise with caveat enough to keep

who doesnt love a good caveat ?

its looks the same today as back then
maybe its has more flames . . .

email notifications have become moribund
custom widgets are beyond my reach

i did enlarge the font following sound advice

but it has always been the same font

it is a time capsule unburied

it is a keeper of secrets shared

it is a mirror to truth - ha !

it is my reservoir / my slush pile 

poetry is not a process of conscious decisions

thank fuck

2011 contagion & nim

     bob & the monster

     fucking war horse

     melissa rio & hailee steinfeld

thank you for your continued support

h a t c h b a c k s o n f i r e .

b l o g s p o t .

c o m

TEN YEARS A BLOGGER 3/5

 

ten years ago i started this blog

i wonder how to escalate this practice

i see no simple avenue of expansion

i have not yet become a painter

i find hashtags an optional side salad

i dream of a dedicated website

i dream of uploading to wordpress

i dream of a novel . . .

a genre novel but subversive 

literature by the back door

yes

i dream of reading into camera

to stripped down trip hop jazz

i might manage another short story

i need a new energy efficient technique

i do draw cats in ink

i have not become a painter

you may not be aware 

but repetition is likely 

everyday i wake up in the future

the past a fever dream

2011 still sounds futuristic to me

2011 hot sauce committee part two & bad as me

     lora hirschberg & pamela martin

     leywah gbowee

thank you for your continued support

h a t c h b a c k s o n f i r e .

b l o g s p o t .

c o m

TEN YEARS A BLOGGER 2/5

 

ten years ago i started this blog

i look back at the red flags

i laugh 

i suspect its only humorous to me

& if i ever lose me again

i know where i left me 

see - thats funny

i find a diary smoked thru a prism

i find repetition

repetition seems unavoidable

i see blueprints & deconstruction

a diy Ford Dagenham kit

youre welcome 

even tho i fear the big sea

heres some naval metaphors -

its a rudder / anchor / sail

its the captains mess

its a flotsam / jetsam wake

its a lifeboat / a dry dock

its a sextant in the night fog

also - its a rock & a hard place

(thats what she said)

the television will not be revolutionised

2011 blockchain made the dictionary

     wild flag wild flag

     ellen johnson sirleaf

thank you for your continued support

h a t c h b a c k s o n f i r e .

b l o g s p o t .

c o m

TEN YEARS A BLOGGER 1\5

ten years ago i started this blog

it is banned from facebook

its my second attempt at a blog

i cant remember the first one

i photo the pc screen for instagram

& get it on facebook like that

dont tell

its purpose was to keep me writing regular

it has

it was started in a fog & haze & wire

i knew something had to be done

change was coming 

coming for me

there is not much traffic 

thats ok

i dont trust the stats anyway

it is poetry 

its mine & in my corner

2011 - castro resigned & sheen fired

       womens fifa 

       gaga in an egg

thank you for your continued support

h a t c h b a c k s o n f i r e .

b l o g s p o t .

c o m

1981 AND FFS

espana 82 panini stickers

from out the panda pop shop

way across the big road

far as the moon back then

rubber stud smell

               of borrowed

                        goalie gloves

~

the royal wedding streets were empty

just me

dog shit

silence

savilles 'play it safe'

horrible & compulsory 

on sunday night tv 

for  

     fucks  

            sake

THE LAST PISSER ON THE LEFT

our creations misbehave

&
destruction shouts for itself

hey function creep

wear my shackles !

we are grout crumbling

in the last pisser on the left

harmony somewhere 

in the 

middle muddle & margins ?

ask buddha / ask the animals

dont ask me -
im barefoot in the dirt
burning paper poems

i folded into hats
in another bland dusk

photo by mango-tango monkey-pyjamas