TOBLERONES, COFFEE & FATE

           at the clouds
         p
       u 

i look 

escaping ideas / pending moods

i look at the roofs

                  a

                 i n
                r   g

the neat tiled t     l

                      e rows

resemble an armoured toblerone

~


half-awake
i can smell the coffee

its in my hand (duh)

force-stopped
but the roses are to far

i point instead (thatll do)


~


i 

am 
wondering - 

is fate 

our predictability 

dressed up 

in a mystics cloak 

or the universal message

thru a faulty radio ?

I REMEMBER LONDON IN THE RAIN

london in the rain
is wet meat kinesis
the boomer briefcase throwbacks
fold & hold aloft 

a free metro paper

the shortcut history mews neglected

~

hood & hats & caps & beats 

frame the benetton faces
phones held chest height
against the stacked-vegetable 

spider-crane skyline backdrop

goldsmiths left off the fashion cops beat

~

& the affected hemp totes 

  of gentri-ffiti'd hoxton
& that animal funk 

  of train station damp
& the evening standards 

  blunt telegraph boards

& the labyrinth sentinel 

  bare-drama boss-men

well i miss that boost of surrender
found deep inside 

the soft mobs biomass

BLUEPRINT VOID FILLER

the hatchbacks 

slept on the blacktop 

& go to work now 

under june sun

we are between heatwaves
& the wheelie bins 

are scattered 

in the wake of vans

the news is bad / i am scared

ever it was / but more so

the cat rolls in soil 

the soil is very very dry

my emergency solar radio combo 

charges its capacitor 

on the window sill


~

fug you the soldier said 

his chest wound bubbling again

& all the dry teats cough air 
into the famine mouths

& all the fat teats belch oil

into the unexplored godzilla sea

this is the end my friend

can you picture what will be ?

THE WAY THIS IS GOING PT 4 ( OR TYPOS *)

the way this is going
is 

all my posey will start with
yes
& end with
yes
& maybe r i p too

& in between 

n o t h i n g 

but white space

oar tiepoes*

~

until then 

a gone thing

that still holds a sting -

yes

field roaming 

in englands 

rambling footpath web
fucked on skunk 

& hysterical at bugs

r i p

yes

FLESH CITY TEA, A SCI FI POPTART

the soft steam whistle whine
of the iron analogue kettles
is heavy nostalgia for the very old

who
weep & weep & weep
lost
in midtowns latest ultra-fads

kitsch faux-neon gone
in temporary favour
of green brass patinas

& blue gas flame


~


carbon tears are counted
logged & fluted & countered
as only an AI can

& a soft steam whistle whine
is ringtone & alert now

on all
handheld
arcadia
glass

flesh citys midtown tea bars
now irritatingly shrill

THE WAY THIS IS GOING PT 3

the way this is going
is 

my drawings will be less

a scribble 

on a post-it

than a blink

in a glass onion


~

till then -

i do 

    on-hold 

           on-phone 

doodles of biro animals

living innocent
in the
harpsong of nature

APOCALYPSE WALLS

  & 

  the words of the prophet

  are written in oil

  on the apocalypse walls

  & segregation halls

( & 

  were delivered

  in report form

  to the white house

  of the 1970s )

  & 

  whispered in the sound of silence

( & opec talks . . . ) 

3 x HAIKU POPTARTS

RATS


& r is for rats

& the rats are in the walls

thanks h p lovecraft




PARABOLA


the bare street drama

spirals us out of the whim

( i sigh with )
found booze stash relief




JOKER


his ford escort van

was a police target

laughing joker tattoo

THE WAY THIS IS GOING PT 2

 

the way this is going
is -

my dreamed of novel

Backwater Pain Factory

will be two sides of a4

dense prose but large font

~

till then -

transhumanist technocrats

build condos for the nanobots 

in 

abandoned bitcoin mines

& retro hobos

shout cultural appropriation

at

anyone dodging

escalating fares 

on 

the tumbledown tracks uk

THE WAY THIS IS GOING PT 1

 

the way this is going
is -

soon a poem will be 

one word

maybe two
or
a
nekrasov full-stop ripoff

placed just so


~

till then -

theres a red haze
natural but it dont look it
around the solitary cemetery tree

&

the crows there gaze askance

at the laminate stone markers

locking the carrion away

JUST A TURTLES HEAD

i have these moments 

  when
  something big & ambiguous

  with deja vu on the side 
  seems about to break thru

i hope its a stab jab of chi

  without its anxiety hat

but its just a turtles head

  a faux lucid visitor
  in the steel wool fog

SMOKIN MENFOL

 

the war-sad men in movies
they got micheal bay sunshine 

& emotive ad-friendly pop

real war-sad men
kidnap trailing rozzers
on the M8 to cornwall

hold them hostage 

in their own hi-vis X5

& i hope hes out by now 
& i hope he can stay free

like the clash song

...smokin menfol...

POEM FOR MY PARENTS-IN-LAW

i wish i had not been broken
so i would have been able to know you both better

i wish i had not been so sick
as to see your home & city only that one time


~


thank you for the cameras & the peppers
thank you for the xanax & the breaded chicken
thank you for your daughter
i am sorry if i kept her away


~


i hope one day in the next world
we will bait our hooks with new wishes
& fish together by a still blue lake

i hope one day in the next world
we can camp together in the forests there
& sleep painlessly under strange new stars

i hope one day in the next world
we can watch all our animals play together
in a sunshine clearing on soft green moss


~


i hope one day i will meet you again
in the place it is youve gone

the place it is where we all go

when we go

why not why not why not

note - picture is of this poem written into an origami boat 

launched 20/05/2022 into the Danube

with the ashes of Istvan & Katalin Margitai

THE T SHIRT CHRONICLES VOL 4

his t shirt said 

'The Settings Stay On Default 

 So Nothings Ever My Fault'

& theres a comfort there

& a freedom

in the thought 

of the 

unchanging touch

of the 

unfussed user

~

i love to see

an analogue calendar

chickens / ponies / cliche seasons

tacked up

by the fridge

in the clutter

of a pet food

galley kitchen

CONSUMABLES & CONVENIENCES RANKED

 

hot coffee

(strong & black)
hot shower

(with a fresh shorn head)
the cheeseburger

(with bacon)

juggle podiums in my mind

now that
cigarettes (marlboros camels luckies) 

& 

whisky (any)
are

disqualified 

&

relegated

to the 

naughty step

r i p

yes

THE T SHIRT CHRONICLES VOL 3

the charity muggers
t shirt said

life is the fight for survival
we will all lose

i asked him about reincarnation

he said his family were undertakers
who contribute to the
local neonatal intensive care
& struggling hospice services

i asked him what he was collecting for today

'we fiddle in 4k' he said
'& we will burn in plastic melt
 wont you please give kindly
 for the bees'

THREE CRIME HAIKU POPS

TRUE CRIME 1


was some '90s lead

fired from a '20s gun

dead bank manager



~

CRIME PAYS SOME


theres trees & a lake

& the sofa ben loved

round langmores fire pit



~



TRUE DETECTIVE


times a flat circle

the bayou gasmask monster said

moss on my crowbar

THREE HOLLYWOOD HAIKU POPS

 

HARRISON FORD


it rains on deckard

& his panic fumbling paws

end of blade runner


~

TURN RIGHT CLYDE


limp wrists / elbows in

holds a plant / holds drug money

clint eastwoods big hands


~

SAY HIS NAME


nowhere else to go

on the porch in rain & shine

thats robert paulson