ON THE MATRIX CUSP

strike the machine

a hulk smash

in 

its 

gordian knot

for time / for life / for play

before we find out
what is there

after it all

would that i could 

hold your hands there

& ease your leap

with quiet company

there on the matrix cusp

MY ANTHROPOLOGY HAT

in the ITU 

drug room

the dead eyed 

nepotism porter

regurgitated

advertising copy 

at 

me

thinking 

it 

was
conversation

~

i survived

by wearing

my anthropology hat

winter dawn 

a joyless

arthritic 

dimmer switch twist

smudging up the privacy glass

would that i had the 

energy & compassion

to point out the

daytime moon to him

SABBATH OUT MY EARS

i cant remember
what the old lady
on the bus
was telling me
but i know
i told her
to tell it
to her sons
& her doctor too

thank you for listening to me

she said / tiny voice / wet eyes
i nodded / smiled / got off

it was long ago
she must be dead now

&

i hope she knows
i took sabbath 

out my ears 

for that

THO MY MUG IS BROKEN

i look at the tree bark
wanting to see tree bark . . .

tho my mug is broken

my zen is still plastic 

is earworms & bad static discharge

is running dirty

   on western 

   body meds

~

i am looking at the tree bark

waiting to see the tree bark

in a muggy garden morning

vapour hanging still

BAD INK FOR BREAKFAST

it is dawn / i am stale

i feel kinda poisoned 

my foot comes out the covers

&

somehow it is 

too big 

too near 

too meaty

its details are pungent

so i write it down

bad ink for breakfast

DUSK GONE CINNAMON

grief

the gravedigger said
under a dusk gone cinnamon

with sudanese sand

is the alarm bell
of homeless love

we loose it

dont we ?

when the meats gone

SHIFT RUN STOP

the morning is still

like a single-use heirloom

like an alligator

like a rock

like its waiting 

for me to press

shift+run/stop

like we used to

before phones

HIGHSTREETS THESE DAYS

 

STAY STILL & TELL ME

 

SIX GOGGLE EYES

 

WET PORTS WELL

 

IN PARIS IN THE SPRING

HARDCORE BLINKERS

prime bamboo posture pants arrive

how happy the rain forests must be

somewhere new 

to tuck up & away

our wind sock cocks

& resignation balls

for a ten minute boxfresh buzz

~

they arrived 

in an amazon petrol grenade

deep inside 

a quantifiable extinction event

now thats hardcore blinkers

HOSPITAL REPORT BONE FINGER

he towed his drip stand

into the hiatus foyer

tired & sad & thin

holes patched with adhesive  

he was coloured amber 

coloured like nicotine

going for a last smoke

going for air / for sky

finding cement / bored rain

under englands dishrag dawn

& he drew a circle 

with a bone finger

around the cloud

he thought hid the sun

GARDEN REPORT BLAND VICTORY

& over the back fence
is a deep & wild un-mowed lawn
grown up around the swings & toys

i am reminded of apocalypse films

it looks like jaywick sands

~

our cats in there

hes looking up at me
his eyes say -

you got nothing better than this

only your food

i say

only your food 

it is a bland victory

ALIVE LIKE A GUN IS ALIVE

to be
an electric guitar
raw
from the last show
keen

for the next

alive like a gun is alive

wating

backstage
in the calm

before the rock

almost not even needing any hands

TIMEQUAKE

savour
the joy
of 

an

unread

vonnegut

waiting

on 

the
bedside

night stand

I AM THE MEAT FORM

  & 

maybe i am

the meat formed
in the calm
before the storm

  or
the tiles & red residue
of the eternal kitchens
breakfast gag & debrief

  where
the fridge 

hum & pop
is a lo-fi 

like techno

soft backing to your skin-pick worry

siren panic to your maintenance dread

PLUS ULTRA

once back down

they announce 

everyone should see this 

after four minutes in almost-space

at 5.5 billion dollars

their rich repose

not quite enough

~

well 

i once saw an alien child 

walk in daylight 

in a hospital corridor

no shit 

but you wont catch me

bothering shatner about it

enough for me

plus ultra

that i did see

IN THE AIR WITH BIRDS

plan your stopgap roads 

if you must
plan your flagship railways
if you must

& when you dig up 

the history secrets
in the english silt
then cancel them - you must !

& invest in solar power dirigibles

slow travel

to counteract

the future shock

in the air
with birds

A CATCH 22

well i put my boots on

& 

i walked on down the hall

& 

i addressed the naysayers there

   

'it would be easier'

 i said

'to get better 

 you know

 

 if i already wasnt so ill'