YEAH WELL I HATE YOU

all 

the 

madness & horror

& bad skullfuckery

would make sense

could make sense

if god would show up
& say

yeah well i hate you

but he
cant even
do that

ESSENTIAL EMBRYONIC

getting drunk 

on the authenticity

of the outsider 

on the sidelines

of the mindgame
dance & buffet 

in those essential embryonic times

was a bunker & soapbox

unassailable 

& ready with razors

MICE OF OURSELVES

'You sound like youre from nowhere.'

David Goodis, The Burglar



we have made 

mice of ourselves

afraid of 

the machines above

no mind

the cannibal holocaust

behind the pastel dream
of the faded ads

on end terrace

masonry gables

sky pie for supper
in the babel shade

 

SO PORTABLE

plans dashed

by the cat 

asleep in the chair

as comfortable

as if

he took his bones out

so portable
but immoral
to disturb

CHALK & CHARCOAL

thick green roots 

sutured
to the red brown brick

theres zen 

in the weeding
in the cleanse

geese honk
in the chalk & charcoal
smudge of sky

black dogs
tow their people
in the uncertain wind

THE KETTLE & THE GARDEN CHAIR

think it
fart it

get it down

autoflo

leaving
the
head
out
of
it

one filed report

worth two 

in the draft

& if it all sucks

call it gravity

& move past it

to the kettle

& garden chair

autoflo

tree awning

& hysterical birds

the bugs on table patrol

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SILVER PROTEIN

the snail
leaves a trail

of carbohydrate mucus 

& silver protein

essential
for
communication

like we leave 

optic fibre
& burnt tar

essential

for

communication

if youve lived

out of your car

FREEDOM TASTING LIGHT

bmx on the streets
moving
moving
moving
solo rider making time
hunting peace in motion
streetlights blinking on

teardrop tubing
mx brakes

faux-italian cursive
on my jumpers tit

the freedom tasting light
when i tasted it

PADDED OUT WITH DEJA VU

forever has lost its reach
&

is padded out with deja vu

& 

i 

repeat myself

repeat myself

repeat myself

going round
like a clock
goes round

bloody allergy nostrils

flaring again

in spring again

at the redolence of murdered grass

RICH TEA & LUCOZADE

the rain is abrupt
here then over - a splashdown

maybe the gods
are testing their plumbing

they might have
a hard water problem too

~

& the traffic
going by on the wet top
sounds warm

like rich tea biscuits
taste warm
when youre belly sick

& self medicating
with original
red gold lucozade

& thorazine

MOTEL OF THE MIND

like on magnetic tape

the flock wallpapers 

delicate fibres
recorded the essence & lexicon

of guests long checked out

~

& these ghosts & echoes 

go about their days
in a looping playback
of overlapping samples

forever overbooking

me with memories

in the motel of the mind

SIXTY TWO MILLION DOLLAR MOVIE

his hand
is held flat
& reaching out
palm down

at least two yards
before he places it
on the bookstore railing
& swivels in the door

maybe this is to show
how he is always 

one step ahead
or is just the actors whimsey  

& this 

was my only takeaway 

from a 2 hour 

& 62 million dollar movie

REGULAR HORROR 14

but school was there
like clouds are there

monochrome uniform
monochrome chalkboard

cornering us in a spotlight
in the naked lunch of it all

solo runners on trial
in the playground courtroom

of fluid cliques 

invisible laws

NARCISSISM FOR SURVIVAL

among other news

robots direct & patrol
the killing grounds hellscape

no wonder this generation
embraces the improved reality
of the photo filter drop down

their white picket fence
is in the handheld glass
that soft mirror
their minds can mould

& impossible bills
are piled up just so
& backlit as a backdrop
for another instagram shot
of a perfect lunch sandwich

REGULAR HORROR 6

nights obsidian shine

allows
dawns
grey
washcloth 

in

like a parent

loosing a game

with a kid

on purpose

for a quiet life

REGULAR HORROR 10

despite all the regular horror
on the phone & in the mail

i am getting up 

when i can get up

& taking my coffee 

in the gardens lush overgrow

well fed & medicated 

clothed & unbombed

thanks to the coincidence gods

of the fortune crapshoot melee 

FLOWER GAGA

their weak colours
trying to pop
under the colourless sky

the pale daffodils
all face west
& into the rain

they exhibit
the dumb bluntness
of brainwash

& the faded appearance
of sweatshop knockoffs

weak unbranded dye

there is one tho
stood shorter
& rude with yellow

& i feel like . . .

. . . i feel like 
i should rescue it

yes

i will do that now

FRESH BAKED CRUMBS

was feeling
well grim

about it all

till the sun came out

like spilled yellow paint 

& my wife came home
with fresh bread

we ate on the bedspread
by the sleeping cat

miniature snores
& impossible fur

flaked with fresh baked crumbs

TRIUMPH GAS TANK

the universe reaches

from inside of you
to wherever forever

& i would kick myself

if my time tickered out

before its secrets were out

& it built a bonfire of paradigms

& steve mcqueen returned to light it

like he returned

with free razors & bulk soap

to

his

old

kids home

one red shirt collar tip

pocking out

a mustard sweaters crew neck

beat up triumph gas tank 

between his denim legs

hollywood in his hip pocket

THE POSSIBILITY OF TEARS

i hear the song in my head

so i find the song

& i play the song

& i dont cry to the song
so much as
explore
the possibility of tears
as my skin goes chill all over

& i journey then
inside & out
visiting the happened

the real
the not

& the could be

REAL OUT HERE TODAY

the man
sat in the garden again

plastic zen
amen

~

waiting 

with a used canvas
for the roses
to bloom

& when the pigeons come

noisy & graceless
he notes in pencil 

on his scribble pad 

how real it is out here today

EESENTIAL WORK, REPORT 239

last december i audited

the draft folder in the word blog

there was almost 200 unfinished
essential reports waiting on filing

& i have been working them
& i have been filing them

tweaking & teasing then launching 

these origami boats on the gigahertz ride

& now today

well 

theres 238

so i will never be done
& how perfect is that

DEVASTATION

every day is devastation

but sometimes
a heatwave 

will unbleach 

a coral reef stretch

& theres colour
back in the sea there
again

slim pickings in the valley

slow harvest in the mall

jellies thriving

in an atoll lagoon 

THE CEMETERY SQUIRRELS

time is hallucinating
in the fever ether

& again
i cosplay a person

boots on / face out

meat tower saying morning

draped in stitched cotton

& zips

~

the cemetery squirrels
run from their tails

in the thick grass & tall stone

& i rest under trees

where the sky cannot see me
& 

the warplanes

stay away

in my phone

CREASED LIKE A BRAIN

sometimes its ok

& the tv
dovetails into my mind
with near cnc precision

from worlds away 

to my time here

~

when mostly 

it only puttys up the gap

badly & shoddily 

& without due care

like i did

behind the radiator

in the hallway

2007

wall all creased like a brain

A LOGICAL WAY

we

render

our 

animal experience

into cannibal tallow

to ease the grit 

in the bearings

of the carbolic wheel

in the mad hope of pearl

peace

& a logical way

STUCK TO FLUID GUNS

as a surface dweller
i find 

the caverns of deep thought
stifling & frightening & a trap
bereft as i assume they must be
of real light & good air

& the tvs clever 

movie twists & tricks

of in-jokes & easter eggs
stink of vanity
to me now

it wasnt always this way

i am in function retreat

& i stick to my fluid guns

BROADCAST TINNITUS

my essential work

of filing reports 

is hampered now

by the heavy static

of broadcast tinnitus 

& the nerve damage 

from the death tv

LETTER FLAPS COUGH

 

i arrange 

the fruit of the detritus rain

&

the paper tiles

of the letter flaps cough

into an approximation

of amateur tasseomancy

with a hope & ennui yin yang 

spinning electric 

inside my ribs

NOT EVEN CLOSE

i would say

to denial murphy

& the yoga crew

to the green powder pushers

at the supplement bazaar

to denmark & finland

& the uk dwp

'you come try walk a mile in my shoes'*

but the whole point is
i cant do that either

not even close

* please note  

  i own a selection of good shoes
  & they are not wearing out
  any time soon i can tell you

PHONE WANTS ALL THE JOBS

need a buffer
before the day

a refresh / a defrag / a purge

& tho the phone wants the job

wants all the jobs

i know a shower will do it best

wet ritual rebirth
so then
i can
attempt
myself
again

clean parts i hope will fool the mind

THAT HARBINGE SLEEP (A BRACKET GAGAKU)

the oatmilk of human kindness
has gone up 30 pence

& at night
oh yes 

there i am 

( undistracted & translucent

  in the phone screen afterglow )

worrying

( the rubble children 

  & the orbiting star net cage )

& hallucinating

( my too-vivid self 

  limping out on the wild beaches )

& waiting 

( hunched then stretched

  hunched then stretched )

for the coded 

lightning flashes
that harbinge 'sleep'

HAPPY & NAKED EGG

stuff your empty jargon
up
your
brand
identity

& leave me be

filing my reports
under a gibbous moon

dig your traffic holes
under the old stones
if you must

why not ? its a small stupid

in a lunatic world

just leave me be

under a china sky

a happy & naked egg

laid out in the onion grass

plum blossom falling

on the slo mo of thermals 

& the southern breeze

MAKING SPACE MAKING EYES

stupid time
stretching us out like it does

time knows it was 1989 once

but it stretched it out
& stretched it all thin

& made space

made eyes

made swiss cheese of it

so the horror
can get in

& 

the people 

can fall out

COBWEB ELBOWS

i worry
that memories
may degrade
with each needy use

like a favourite jumper

already skeined thin

at its cobweb elbows

& i worry i dont 

husband them enough

like maybe

i should be

~

but still

the fallen garden apples

gone sweet with rot 

& all the flies there

conjure crystal 

childhood moments

of paddington ringer t's

& moccasin slippers

gone slippy & shiny underneath

& still 

the supermarket shower gel

of jungle & sport & sage 

mirrors those mornings long ago

when things

were different

enough to count

GONE FOR A BURTON

when
inspiration & flow
have gone for a burton
&
i feel like
i only know

Three  Whole  Words

well 

its time for grunt work

time to copy & paste

out the archives dust

& make a new thing

without pressure

from play

or to sit

just sit & sit & sit

still as water stone

in the drift of the world

HOT CIRCLE

data scraping
its 

own 

bots 

life hacks

& 

inflammatory blue tick screeds

the server farms

on 

the 

edge of town

work 

up

a 

raging thirst

that 

leaves

the 

people panicking 

for 

bottled Highland Spring

manipulated & misinformed

&

saturated 

with 

pointless choice

IT SHOULD BE IN A MUSEUM

he goes down the steps

& she rushes to follow
& he stops on the steps
& it catches her out
& she goes back up the steps

as he starts down again

catching her out again

& they both stop 

& she lifts his hat brim
& he is preoccupied

& she projects fun

& he acquiesces 
& with his hands 

still in his pockets

he sticks out an elbow
for her to loop her arm inside

& together & in tune

for now at least at last 

they go for a drink

in washington dc 1936

shia lebouf 

nine months away

POLO MINT HOLE

in the gloam of undelivered winter

i pin mad hope
on the accruing spring lands

it is impossible pressure
i know
for only a season to shoulder

but the emptied airs all dead

& in need of natures basting

& the hope is in the hope of it

like a polo mint hole

if the hope is anywhere

AGOG AT THE HIGHWAY

look the febrile universe
in its indifferent & piebald eye

like the ants we are

agog at the highways

pandemonium & alchemy 

& carry on carry on 

toiling in the cordovan soil 

we have worked

& poisoned

& paved 

smiling in the mad grace
we demanded of it

& 

weeping of it

the same

ACCELERATED ELECTRIC HEAD

within minutes
no seconds
of waking

i have diagnosed myself 

with 7 rare disorders
& held the floor at 3 wakes

fought a policeman
& stopped a war

killed a murderer

& snubbed a king

all in my accelerated electric head

& it dies down some with coffee

~

like things on a microscope slide

oily shimmering rainbows
strobe in my pov margins

& a chad of light is displaced

by a black hole punched 

into the centre pane

& everything & anything
i do / manage / achieve

this morning

this afternoon

all week

is herculean heroism
in my viddy newsflash