COCA COLA MILKSHAKE

 

coca cola
milkshake clouds
saturate
an umber lid of sky

w   i   d   e

as a road movie
highway horizon

where the distant city
is a crust edge
of stale comestible
&
your wake
a diaspora tail

 

BACKLIT CHEESE QUEST

the fridge saw
my night
was sandpaper

& it

backlit

my cheese quest

its lack of judgement

belied

by portentous design

PAPER IS INFINITE, PENS AT THE FRONT

1.

life is real
like hypochondria is real

& just as hard to know
how to properly approach



2.

the counter culture
eats its own
with tofu & temazepam

when power grabs

logjam logjam logjam

up its fuzzy intent


~


please discuss one of the above
you have two weeks
paper is infinite
free pens at the front

THO I UNDERSTAND RITUAL

its a wonderful world
sinful & selfless 

boring & beautiful 

we need binmen
utilities & art

shelter & tools

& tho i understand ritual

i dont see a need for kings

HEAVEN IN A MORNING NUTSHELL

a slow piano song
with a hook just for you
comes from the postmans radio

& the sun comes out
you didnt expect that
mind on something else

& it casts ghost lines
out the vanishing points
of the bushes gentle spaces

& they flicker
like a movie laser
in the atmospheres dust & vapour

you only sat 

on a simple chair

by an open streetside window

& you didnt expect this

not this heaven 

here in a morning nutshell

IT WAS THE SUIT DID IT

without telling you my calendar age

please take my word for it
when i say
i saw myself 

there in the the mirror today
& 

for maybe the first time

saw not only

the approximation
of a full grown man

but

one

also

still

deep in the uphill drag 

on 

the 

tilt & slide of the earth

~

it was the suit did it

pinning me down

in a pigeon hole

&

pulling my frays inside

PEP TALK ON THE BOG

i find

more poetry

in pulp novels

than in the dense clumps
of history approved posey

thick with forced meter

& accurate apostrophes 

i dont want a history lesson

or a syntax lecture 

just to glean a misty gist

i need a pep talk on the bog

A POEM FOR THE READER

in this rush world

of go go go

& do do do 

i place


s p a c e s


in these poems sometimes

to make sure the reader

can 

b r e a t h e

&

s l o w   d o w n

when they come here

cos you should you know

FRAG 9

maybe all the 

code we spew

is residual pride

listen out for 

those sonar blips 

of self deception

& name them plausible deniability

ready 

for if we 

lose our stones
in the therapists office

 

4 POEMS GETTING SHORTER

1. BIG BANG POP

the big bang ?
well i never heard it

but i dont even know
how big a photograph is
anymore



2. FOOD POP

my pain
flares up
in the shape of bones

& still i smile at bacon



3. MALL POP

theyll find you

itll be clabby

in the xmas hallelujah dusk



4. FREEDOM

freedom

burns

DIGRESSES WITH REMINISCES

the orator
drops his paper
reading some prayer about shepherds

& he digresses
with reminisces
about his own sheep farming days

there is no conviction
in his blunt diction
when he says

sheep are stupid
they turn their toes up
at any old thing

at the funeral
we were at
last thursday noon

JUST SO MUCH PAPER

 

my 

cardboard folder of poems

was 

suddenly just so much paper

& i took my hand 

to the train station home

in the tunnel vision

of october dusk

the 

city laughing

in 

alfresco clots

ACRYLIC ONION

the emperors 

    new clothes

be a wardrobe 

    malfunction

in these 

    acrylic onion days

& thinking kids
    snapchat exposé

be pixel dust 

    for the webside dozer

TWO MOVIE BUTTERFLY SCENES

the journalist
fresh from the pacific surf
heading down a jungle path

regards a blue one
almost see-thru
on his raised hand

its a scene to show how relaxed he is
in a war zone with still wet clothes

~

the hit man says 

dont move
as a white one alights 

on his clients pale sleeve

its a secluded place
with a sparkling river

its endangered he says 

guarded eyes looking away

its a scene to show theres more to him
than repositioning an m14s fulcrum
to balance out the bulky suppressor

SOFT FIST SCHEDULE

& winters
iron back
is broken
by
the
soft fist schedule
of
springs bulbs & buds

~

a double daffodil
much more yellow
than its ivory fellows
is alone in facing
to the east

BIG POLICE TAXI

late last night

i heard the tent fabric tear

& a big police taxi

took away my dna & heir

ooh bop-bop-bop
ooh bop-bop-bop (na-na-na-na-na)

they razed

the parking lot

that paved paradise
& 

put up a server farm

with a laminated strip mall

a doomsday clock
& 

a food-riot alarm

ooh bop-bop-bop
ooh bop-bop-bop (na-na-na-na-na)

NURSERY RHYME FRAG

the cat ran away
from the window cleaners

& i crushed up pills
with a spoon

thieves drove off
with next doors car

under a dirty pearl moon