WALT DISNEY & WALT DISNEY

i blame 

the sleep deficit

& walt disney

the meat microscope

& porco rosso

cos 

the more i think of it

the stranger

it seems to me

that the cat & the birds

dont talk out loud

in english to us

~

well now i gone & overthunk

& find it weird

that we can

make  tal k

           i ng

& w er 

        d s

  w o 

      r k  fo r us     a t     a 

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NIGHT WATER POOLS

in the morning
the coffee is there
& then the garden is there

night water is pooling
on the all-weather chairs

& the cat
hes glowing godlike
on a sun drenched bench

~

& the birds all call out
from their soft cloisters
of greens & teal & red & blooms

& the shadows of the leaves 

& the spaces between

are painted in 

just right

MITHERED ON THE WAY

problems divined

with ham & a slide rule

i approach their roots

with bubble wrap & blades

mustered brain tools

wrapped in a gauze

of understanding 

& frozen & loosened 

& baked & mithered 

along the roman way

that was a trip not a journey

& amazed at love

TORPID INTERIM

they took it all apart

& 

put it back together 

in the night

while we slept 

~

but no ones 

delivered

my new lines

so i work on emptying my mug

feeling

tightly interfretted 

in the torpid interim

as the morning 

climbs up itself

to a sandwich lunch

ABOUT A BEACH HOLIDAY

the cool night
& hobo dawn
prest a promise
the day mulls on

& in comes the naos of august

petrol spilt

on the services

yellow grid

concrete sea

~

then gulls cry in the ratine blue

&

now motorboats smoke their diesel

& we take lunch
in foil & in tupperware
to the beach

jellyfish & seaweed

tangled like warriors

in the wormholed sand

FOLLOWING THE RULES

weekday kitchen kettle whistle  

&

comedy show canned laughter

bubble thru the walls

following the rules

all saying its all ok

~

& i hear them

& i hold them

for the heavy tomorrow 

when 

we

i

you 

cant

BEACH, A FRAG POP

over the orange aprons

happy dog footprints
&
the endless ellipsis
a walking stick left

the sun 

sees off

the dawn mist

& 

preps a function

for the liminal scene

INTO GIDDY MAPS

FIRST LUNCH

well
that was
some unfocussed shit

i say to myself
shutting the laptop
& tidying my pens away

maybe itll all read better
after i slept on it

& i sleep on it
10.30 AM friday
after first lunch

THATS MY ENGLAND

damn cockerel
he bought opposite
needs oiling
needs a new battery
needs the chopping block

i am on my knees

in my mind

when i hear it

now someone is shouting 

bless you

after

every

cock-a-doodle-meh

& thats my england

right there

AFTERNOON HOGAKU

seaside sky
& a movie rose

sketching animals
in the shade
of the bungalow wall

then arms out
to collect the sun

~

life is small meccano 

in the back room pisser

of the meat stage wings

anything is a party

& a love adventure

in the festival 

of it all

REMEMBERING BUDAPEST

frisson from the headphones
i am in the lazy chair

rain missives tumbling

hello from the sky

lensflare over the lakes
contemplative steaming

tv pistols emptied
into the budapest hill

HOGAKU 14

 

now i say this

with rodent compassion

& dolphin reciprocity -   

us
all
are

mutant blooms
on gm stems

~

& tomorrow is flowers

with movie lensflare

but later has arrived

a drs scrip

in baby lemonade

 

 

A PERFECT PENCIL

let them have their prams
their toys / their politics

let them cosplay leader
in the swollen twilight

their fingers on the banks
& the button for the bombs

ive given up on the bastards
more times . . . i lost count

i only need
a perfect pencil

& enough quiet
to write a true sentence down

in this hard won bubble
of love & lunch & lexapro

baby birds learning at the feeder
cats making loaves on the lawn

GUMBO THRUB

all roads

lead to damascus

& 

are paved

with trigger warnings now

&

hell hath

no life hacks

like an

incel scorned

NOTHING TO ADD

 

'music is the only religion 

that delivers the goods'

              frank zappa

&

theres nothing

i can add

to 

a

golden quote

like that

except maybe

johnny greenwoods

hysterical guitar

but thats on you reader

& your service provider

CARB JONES

now i am in a supermarket
&
the
fluorescent tubes
strung up on high wires
are
bleaching
my
thoughts
&
ideas

now i am
rendered blank / confused

back brain a carb jones

in the rainbow fusillade
of the product aisles