PARAPHRASING & NOT IN THE SAME BALLPARK

epstein
had
an
egg-shaped cock

i cant unhear this so now neither can you

this was from a court hearing
epstein walked out


~


madonna pisses in the shower
for athletes foot prevention

i cant unhear this so now neither can you

this was on the radio

its all i remember she said

BLADE RUNNER RAIN

i am a meat popsicle
in a fucktown ubermart

&

theres blade runner rain
in the grey-spray dawn

&

a blanket man sits

where the mothers huddle

with the red-trench news

in

a 

mast-pinged 

chip-scanned

laminated cave 

of 

tracked drek-tat & kipple

~

well my thin signal needs a boost

needs a test 

     to provoke 

          an emotional 

               r e s p o n s e

~

& mast-pinged 

& chip-scanned

in the laminated cave

i

grab

a

three quid meal-deal *

for 

the
blanket man outside

sat in the blade runner rain

the grey paint dawn

lit weak orange now

with a slim neon stripe

*

( green packaging -

  salt & vinegar crisps

  sprite etc

  as green is meant to be calming 

  altho he says -

  'i will eat anything me' )

QUID PRO QUO STATUS CHAOS

 

his gold wheelgun
lost its yellow
in
the
flat
blast
of texas noon

~

hells here

quid pro quo 

status chaos

everyone - whet your scythe

ITS METAL SCREAMS

the dust trucks
orange lights blink 
across the books in here

its a pale light

with nothing to say

not charged with anything

perfect for me / for monday morning

divine breath today

is somewhere elses wind

~

its a tired beast 
&

its metal screams

for rest / for lube

& for our shiny discharge

OUR GLOBE THEIR WHACKAMOLE

the hungry pile up
against the contractors fences

one way cash
nowhere people

need a cow catcher mama
to clear a red carpet path

~

our globe

 

their iphone whackamole

if that

LEADEN MY BELLY

the accelerator stream
out the hand-glass
&
the pox-vox-pops 

out the circus vents

leaden my belly
& take the light

out my dreamed mountain view

~

brain rot

bring it

reality got bent

THE STASIS IDES

its all vicarious

judgement like cinder blocks

compassion blue-rizla thin

fighting pits streaming seats

thats where we are

~


i cling to the middle of the month

when nothing moves 

inside the bank apps 

low-ball pixel glimmer

like theres hope in stasis . . .

thats where we are

photo - Finger in B&W from the Dagenham Archive

THE FALL GUY KNEW

 

impossible 

to overstate

the benefits

of moving water & outside air

three hours by a stream

in orchard shade

~

or like the fall guy

bath tub outside

his forest shack

a cigar

hat on low

tv-big foam

soaking away the pain

photo - Cluster Pine from the Dagenham Archive

RETAINING THE MANTRA JAG

theres words in the shower

a poesy tsunami clarity roll 

moving water a trigger ?
whatever - dont question it

you get out careful-fast

foolish fall on your mind

repeating 

the collapsing madness 

desperate 

to cling to just enough

of the 

raining mantra jag

to

go

on

photo - Glimmer from the Dagenham Archive

BUTTON DOWN POCKET OF HAND-ME-DOWN FLARES

when i was a small me
i read some books about a kid

with a special key & a magic cat

i might be recalling it wrong
i might not be telling it right

but i remember 

being compelled 

to attempt the same 

i acquired an orphan key 

to a long gone mortice lock

& i carried it inside 

a button-down pocket

of my hand-me-down flares

always worried i would lose it 

&

the only cat i knew

was a sack of alley scratch hisses

& 

the magic

is here now

in the rosy gem

of hinterland hindsight

photo - Edward B&W Fade from the Dagenham Archive

I BLEED THEREFORE I AM TAKE 2

injuries tell a story
scars are coded braille

leap from the milk train
jump off the dormer roof

fall -

       off the hill fence 

        off the weekend goalpost

         out the stormy tree

& carry the proof
into the next working day

i bleed therefore i am


~

& head down 

& drunk
& eyes shut
& running running running
into 

the midnight roads 

mystery traffic

is

just

another

gung-ho anecdote harvest

from the mad blessed days

of 

undeveloped risk aversion

photo Kill Your Speed from the Dagenham Archive

OLD KINDERHOOK GAGAKU

TAKE 1

i try not to judge

unless youre a manson goblin
or a bona fide nazi mistake

or doing the tv stupid 

theres always a new lexicon afoot

to keep me up on my split toes

'its ok not to be ok' they say

yes 

but then 

what DOES ok mean ?

maybe i am just old 

anal & flat & cold

TAKE 2

but i agree / why not why not ?

it is ok to not be ok

i am open & i try not to judge

unless youre a manson goblin
or bona fide nazi mistake
or doing the tv stupid

maybe i am just old

swamped & tired of bailing

in the mysteries of speech

or 

just anal 

just flat 

just cold

photo - Lamp Shade No Shade from the Dagenham Archives

A SECULARIST REVELATION

look at the physics go !

he exclaimed

his vape cloud
a beautiful whirl

kinetic
in
a
sun cracked curtain

photo - Silver Opening from the Dagenham Archive

WITH A SIMPLER MIND

to be once again
a kid on a bike

moving always moving

or always ready to

with traffic to dodge

&

alley corners to risk

looking for something

looking for anything

from the wooded hills

to

the flat estuary marsh

~

motion made a trouble-mind simple

thru kinesis or thru taxis

i dont which -

i had sweets down my sock

for eating under hedges

waiting out the rain

photo - Outdoors Remembered from the Dagenham Archive 

KINGS & QUEENS YOU THINK

& born

youre an empty cup 

unpourable you think 

on midnight embers

unlucky in glass & fads 

& grown 

youre kings & queens you think

summoning plastic wants

on the amazon wind

drug-bent on the coast roads dawn

& street-sad youre time fried

a take-out beaker you think 

in a chiaroscuro smudge-fest-pop 

& you  

       think  

              Think  

                     THINK

first time caller - longtime stalker

echo cursed in ash & bauble

on talk radio oblivion fm

photo - Finger in Colour from the Dagenham Archive

CHINO'D IN AN ARMCHAIR 198?

 

the bungalow cul-de-sac 

is flat as a playmat

& the static house dad  

watches sports tv

& does not turn his head

~

& chino'd in an armchair

under dormer corner stairs

you wait in the strange 

& finger comb gel glue

out your flop flick hair

~

youre shit-disco bound

if you can stick it

there are no drugs yet

& your hand sweats up 

your lonely ten pound note 

Photo by Jonathan Farber on Unsplash

BRICK WALL MERCY

ham & spam
slapped on grinding bone

you shave it
you clothe it
you take it out there - they make you

& when you cant 

cant cant cant 

just cant anymore

they dont give any fucks

& at the brick-wall mercy 

of the medical charlatans

& the witch-hunt policy wonks

you become a bitter cog

a tarnished pinwheel

diminished in the numbers law

&

lost in the brown envelope rain

photo - No Choice from the Dagenham Archive