MY COMA DREAM BUDDIES

the number of times
i have hit my head

makes me wonder
if this internet lark
is not my 1990s coma dream

i will miss you all
if i wake up
& find it is

look after yourselves
my coma dream buddies

have no doubt 

i will 

hit my head 

again soon

THE LAST SCENE

after the awful party is over

they sit
in the flats 

living room dinge

reeling from it all

resigned to it all

amiably talking over
how theyd off each other

& getting some peace
out of that

OF VAGUE INTENT

i would go to st giles
& dig up milton
or what they left of him

& carry his blind bones
to parliament square garden
my caveats in a back pocket

& force areopagitica
thru an AI algo
& out a PA there

if i thought
it would
do any good

EASY AS EASY PIE

late night wisdom
flings sundown ideas

underarm & gentle & legion 

& my poems spiral there

on the night air

into clever & relevant collections

organised by weather & emotion

& their estimated proximity 

to moving bodies of water

& the novels there 

feel only

bare finger taps away

all seemingly 

so simple 

as the easiest easy pie

xanax does that

its a cosy place to dream

holding hands

the night sounds coming in

easy 

as easy pie

FRAG 3

the windolened 

window smears 

are exposed 

in the naked & nothing noon

on the

window panes

of the

waiting room

at the drs

yesterday

like under a microscope

or steamed out with superglue 

on the forensic tv show

another palm print record 

of another killer joe

MY CONTRACT WITH SNACKS

it 

is 

the avatar of great sandwiches

& my contract with snacks & salt

that carries me thru the morning

to brunch

to lunch

&

to
the
hiatus ground
of afternoons
necessary rest

the strange dreams there

doubting reality & all

SOME BACKSTEP OBSERVATIONS

in the almost 

almost 

spring-fresh air

crows call 

intelligent & coded instruction

from the tv lines

& heavy leaves clog in the grate

~

the cement is darker  

like its been coloured in

& the chairs drip
drip drip drip

& bird seed sprouts in the feeders

THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD

in the evening
the metronome
thud thud thud
repeats repeat repeats
across the
marsh marsh marsh

thud thud thud
thud thud thud
thud thud thud

well what is it ?
what is it ?
what the fug fug fug
could it be be be ?

thud thud thud
thud thud thud
thud thud thud

so mechanical
so regular
so big big big

we cant even guess

~

obviously
we look out the window
& see see see
nothing there

obviously
we open the front door
& it gets louder louder louder
& nothing more

thud thud thud
thud thud thud
thud thud thud

so we google & search
search search search
& find a twitter spat
in kent last week
about this noise noise noise

& its the port
the river port
making more port
with a pile driver

thud thud thud
thud thud thud
thud thud thud

fug fug fug
we say say say

fug

FRAG 7

you hear stories

of people who die

because they couldnt & wouldnt

cry out for any help



why cant we hit the rooftops

when its raining black inside ?

MAGIC IN THE DREAMLANDS

too much of nothing
makes a man a liar
sang bob dylan

& i think he is on to something
cos yesterday

hollywood called 

my hotline again

& begged for me 

to come work my magic

in the dreamlands

asap & pronto

gulfstream prepped

wheels up in sixty

i flew a gulfstream

into orbit once

 

after id trained 

seal team six

in gold standard krav maga

VOILA !

electric paper
inside glass
waits asking

i could piss anything
into this pixel snow

whatll it be today kids ?

such broad choice is crippling me

~

the meat clock
& the southerly wind
divinate forth the monday form
& i chisel it out of the light

& to the genuflecting circumstance
i say

hey you - voila !

PREVENTABLE WIND

i worry
our great thinkers
are dying early

from black mold in slum holes

i worry
a future
is perishing
homeless
in preventable wind

paradigm shift shot down in shop

i worry
they
just
dont have the time

cognitive leaps suffocated
in the ambulance queues

RITICULATED NOSTALGIA

DAWN FLASHBACKS

dawn
was hot boiled eggs
was an ersatz citrus shower*

dawn
was all the flashbacks
the above entail

& they would crowd me
like inside a kaleidoscope
on my way to work
hangover in my backpack
wheels in the wet
memories on tap

on tap ? dam burst !

~

*SHOWER PRODUCT FLASHBACK

the school organised
work experience
bus journey
to
the
dead dead office**
of drawing boards
& resentment
& nose hair
& silence the radio could not cut
& that ammonia copier
in the windowless room
downstairs away from them

(& lunch in the murky mall
 bench outside Our Price
 everyone buying
 Superdrug hair gels

 & Pet Shop Boys lps
 & shrieking at fashion)

~

**DEAD OFFICE FLASHBACK

sat on the carpet
after spam & beans

& kids lunchtime TV
shows Playschool

going thru the round window

or thru the square window

to
show
me
the factories & the working farms
&
the
grey grey grey
of it all
when i was four

AN EDITORIAL ON THE GOVERNMENT, SWEARING REDACTED

well

                          

                     

                                                    

     

       

                             

                           

~

~     

                                       

                                         

                  

                    

yes

FRAG 23

 

a book for my teeth

story time . . .

or a movie on the screen
for me to dream on

waiting on the flow

hunting the flow

to empty times 

jagged pockets

& deliver a thoughtpop

to scribble & know

FROM A BOOK OF POETRY NOT A SPYCRAFT MANUAL

i read one day
in new orleans
chantilly rain
long long ago

learn to put your distress signals in code

& i rolled this over
every which way . . . 

until it popped

& i wondered aloud

to the river crossing

& the willows there -

does it mean maybe like singing the blues ?

~

please itemise your thoughts on this
all phones off
you have one hour
ask if you need more paper

THE CREATIVITY SCANDAL

 

'i'll tell you this...

no eternal reward

will forgive us now

for wasting the dawn'

                jim morrison

you know what you want to do
what you got to do

you done it in your head
& you like it

anticipation is sweet

& you know you can do it
& that is a powerful buzz

~

but powerful too
is the no
& the eurgh
& the why
& the Invisible Wall
between you & the it

& when you get thru that
& youre doing it
& youre in the saddle
& its going well
& it seems easy

then suddenly it must be trivial & trite

~

& its so easy to stop
when you done some

you know you can do it
so you can leave it

& can do it when ever you want
no problem
so why do it now ?

~

so you back burner it
& loose yourself
in the hidden cost
of the doom scroll
wasting the dawn
& your eternal reward

until it all creeps up again
& you get back to step one again
& you loop like that

all unsure & halfway stuck
gasping & farting
it out
between
awful shits
&
bad naps

THE TEST CONTINUES PART 2

 

so

write different

then

e x p a n d e d  ?

thats the plan on paper anyway*

~

& the test continues
& if it seems like
i am repeating myself
well thats just discipline
mining the vein
clearing the blockage

the test continues
yes

~

interlinked ?
interlinked yes

*pun intended

AI FRAG

google search prayers

teaching 

chatbots
our shit 

thru a pentaprism

& innocent & not

fotor dream wombo fun
colours it in

in sickly new dawn shades