MOVIE MASH 4

 

KITCHEN POP, A PILL PACK POP

 

CREATION RETREAT, A PILL PACK POP

 

SHINY HANDLE OF PRE-PLASTIC RESIN

'Man eats meat, and he grows fur.' 

Vasily Grossman



i fall open
like a book
at its well read 

& favourite pages

or i try to . . .

but everything flows 

& i give myself up

to the noise & the not

to the forever & the never

or i try to . . .

& zen nihilism reaches into the drawer

for a hand-me-down no-name kitchen knife

with a shiny handle of pre-plastic resin

&

slices my good ham thin

in a porterhouse dream

or it tries to . . .

DISARRAY THAT WAS PERFECT

& 

the faces
all gone
that hover there / loom there

like over my shoulder

& still i hear their voices . . .

& so many times we were high 

around a kitchen table

in a disarray  

that was perfect

~

well that is all 

just memories & stuff 

some regular look-back lemonade

a busy fizz

of fond sentiment

always fresh like just opened

~

picture emi cassette tapes 

b a l a n c e d 

on red stripe ring-pull cans

cornershop dinners in a skin-up mess

& sun blims hazy slow glow 

off the drinking glasses

at the end of afternoons

as long long long

as they then were

FALSE SPRING RAIN, A PILL PACK POP

 

WIKIHOW, A PILL PACK POP

 

ROUGH & FUMBLE TETRA PAK TEAR

 

milkfloats
homey rattle
gone now

that dawn 

clink & dink

now a silent 

plastic twist

in the light 

of a fridge

~

& on frosty school mornings

theyd emerge

out the fog

like a friend

by the tree there

on the corner

that later

was almost home

RED BERRIES LIKE GLACÉ CHERRIES

& the 

great dark 

brooding bruise

of overcast sky

made the 

rain slick

tree trunks 

chocolate

& the lawn 

a garish 

green limeade

red berries like glacé cherries

rudely trumped the fir trees reach

YING YANG GOTTERDAMMERUNG, PLEASE DISCUSS

good poems
&
bad movies

are the ying & yang
gotterdammerung

of the west

like the sunflower

who looks its own way
& 

the machine made beef

please discuss

ask if you need more paper

hands up for the bogs

MEAT DOWNLOAD

 

jagged & drunk

we had fondue
on the balcony

& watched 

a hundred trains 

roll into waterloo

in an autumn 

that was winter 

too soon

~

& later 

stretched out 

on the living room rug

i watched 

upside-down 

out of the window

at the  h - y - p - h - e - n  flow
of planes 

into heathrow

counting my hangover 

  d

  o

  w

  n

STACKING THE FIREWOOD

& 

sitting upright
in some kind of meditation kip
i plan ahead

plan to stack
the firewood
by the apple tree

& i do

& so it goes

orange leaves abundant

on the dusk lawns trippy green

AUDIO POPS FILE 2

 

KETTLES SONG

 

i bully myself
out of bed

my body feels

made of sticks

i force it

to the kettle

& listen 

to the kettles song

low sun touching the armistice

of the night sides dusk & dust