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