A STREAKERS BUFFET

  

  earths 

got a 

  fever

got a 

  naked 

  emperor 

  cough

~

& 

a cock shaped 

space rocket

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a streakers buffet

FYI (THE MALKOVICH SHUFFLE)

i dont know if you remember 

john malkovich
in the assassination flick 

In The Line of Fire

when hes standing on a street corner
bad wig / gold tooth / double denim

hes watching eastwood at work 
&
of course eastwood spots him

the disguise ENSURES he stands out

well he sways from side side
rocks on his heels all weird like

& i do that

when i am standing around

in the post office

in the bank queue
done that since i saw it

rock on my heels all weird

thanks for listening

UNCERTAIN OF

fast heart fast fast heart

like a timpani impala
like a hummingbird

theres a hummingbird in my chest 

wait . . .

have i written this before

or was it someone else ?

maybe i downloaded it unknowing

out the universal mindbend

like happened with 90s toolbars

natch

GOLD FORD CORTINA - A CHILDHOOD HOLIDAY POP

we stole ourselves

like fugitives

into a gold ford cortina

early start still dark

roof rack all roped up

on top a gold ford cortina

buckets & spades

waiting on the innocent trade

of sand & seashells

in the suitcase boot

 

~

dawn bloom & diesel fume 

over 

the 

service stations carpark stretch 

& 

devons hills 

devons wonderful hills

roll by 

outside 

a gold ford cortina

THE WAY THIS IS GOING PT 7

the way this is going is -

soon 

i will leave 

the glitches in
&
let the machine speak too

~

till then -

we are struggling roses
deep in future shock

fed on the thornbread
of human mistake

arent We ?

POOR EGGSHELLS

   from our car
accidentally clusterfucked 

in the suv school run

   i see the

fragile uniformed minds

clot up at the learning gates

more bricks for the wall

crossing the abacus plane

   poor eggshells

would that our plastic factories

had made you soft feathers instead

MORE YELLOW DIDNT IT ?

 

shelling peas 

        in summer shade

sat sideways 

        on a sun lounger

printed with 

        huge orange flowers

being careful as i was told

of the sharp sharp springs

helping & distracted
   in the afternoon dearth

      of times hinterland foray

& the sunshine then -

        well it shone more yellow 

        didnt it ?

      

 

TIMELESS DOWNER GROUND

&
the
repeating repeating repeating
pop & rock songs in my headpan
they recede recede & leave

their earworm hooks
taken on the bayou swell
of the luna tugged tide

its
the 

gothic country duets 

soft frisson elevation
that gently hold their 

timeless downer ground

COMMUNIST RHAPSODY \ BOHEMIAN ANOMALY

again
i wake up
with freddie mercury

hitting those notes

where my thoughts

could be

& i remember dreaming
of the famous communists
i took to my beach house

i explained coastal erosion

&
tv pc screen resolution

to their fur hat 

& pipe smoking

stereotype

queens greatest hits 

blending organic 

with the tides moon pull

a construed smell of vienna

& the gulls beat of wings

TV NOIR-KUS x 2

1.


forest torches paint 

a monochrome underworld

moss on roots / wet rocks




2.

no phone signal / duh

in the forests bone cave damp

gone thumb root aches

IF THE TITLES OUTSIZE THE POSEY

gotta write sometimes

. . . GOTTA ! 

before the pills are gone

before my brain is gone

before coffee is priced out the burbs

before my meat rejects its ghost

dont ask why
. . . DONT ASK !

happy birthday all

in the ending times

~

& if the titles outsize the posey

well thats just top heavy osmosis

watch out for that

natch ?

POETRY BY MATHS

coffee x 5

+
rest x 1000
=

some kind of poem sometimes

if 

the 

central nervous system stimulants 

kick in

cos sometimes theyre lacking

~

so

if the maths are good
& the sky just right
& the gulls overhead 

signal nostalgia seasides

then i get 

a slim god-slice of venn

scribbled in spiders

on the bedside pad

& pink moon is played

all day & all night
in the midtown bodegas

 

SIT ON THEIR BACKS & DONT LOOK DOWN

how DO you write a poem ?
the poet asks google

finding no shame
in such
a tumbling down

tools are tools are tools

& the elephant in the room
shes been there too long
& all her calves are grown

RAINING ON THE MEAT TRAIL

i dreamed again
i left a meat trail
in all the clinic bins

'look' the dr said
'you need money
& i need information'

& when i wake
i feel meatless
all things impossible


~


& the rain was small
was nice & fine & soft
was chilled pin pricks

outside the chemist

11 AM

anything possible