SANDWICH FOR THE WIN

the chaos

the mindbend chaos

of 

a 

normal & nothing morning

its layers 

undo me

till brunch

NIKE PEAKED CROWN

there they go again

in their composite machines

like mice
like cogs

marshalled by blood
sun dogs
& ancient firmware

trying for a kingdom
in a nike peaked crown

SIMPLE LIFE CAN BE

cigarettes
never tasted
so good
as when
a black dog
camped
in every room


~

shaving my dome

well
it just makes me feel better

like sharpening a knife


~

you drink at night
& lie in a field
& theres the stars
how simple
life can be

FROM A MORNING WAITING

the vintage 

marlboro classics 

check shirt

has foul crescents
of nervous sweat

atop the hindarm

from a morning waiting
for a blood doctors call

FRAG POP #29 & #33

god module

pina colada

hallowed be my name

~

they queue

for the 

wind phone

round seventeen long lemonade blocks

gratis nappies & tissues

WHAT IT WAS I DID

i wonder
what it was
i ( a slow dive / a pensive peacock ) 

did to time
to make time ( a real geek & goofball ) 

do whats its done to me

~

well thats peeled ego & old grapes

washing machine fluff 

too keen again

on the trouser weave

&

a sand grains fury with the rock face

HELPED TREMENDOUSLY

 

i
never

expected

black & white photographs
of british mobile homes

to be so

medically

calming

& they helped 

t r e m e n d o u s l y

when my brain 

was screaming

out of gear 

BLOGGING / WRITERS WAY / A RHYME ?!

its thirteen years 

since i decided stoned
to write a poem a day 

until i die or dont

& i havent died 

& i mostly do
weekends off

some weekdays too

& typing up the meat weather
& the cracked prism shine

i showed me i was more 

than a sponge for wine

& tho i write enough 

to post something daily
my blog is tired 

& needs a redux badly

& sober now

as a coffin nail

i have evolved i think

from the cocktail wail

& it keeps me honest 

like they say
this discipline

this writers way

& like Bad Clay

i now have books aired

so very many thanks

to the publishers who dared

SPEAKERS BLIM

never
knowing
how long it will take
for my mind to get 

online 

again

i wait wait wait
in the sunday morning of it all

coffee & a folded cat

1993 out the speakers blim

GUERRILLA DETRITUS

shrug off the years

from your chain-smoked

hatchback backache

& brandish your

been-there / done-that

hot-rocked-the-tshirt

age-awarded eyes

like a weapon sheathed 

in a bittersweet

guerrilla detritus

comedown glo

HARBINGES

the elephant cry
of the bin trucks
in a dim grey dawn

harbinges

the existential wordless wail
of
a
breathless 

coughing
uncomprehending 

child

going back to school

in new stiff shoes