PM ZONE OUT VIDDY

men like grandad
die in the blood on the beach
in olive drab nascent denim

~

its odd what tv

we watch to relax

he thought

a reconstructed war

his pm zone-out viddy

LOOKING APOCRYPHAL

when your reflection
looks wrong
looks colourised
looks apocryphal
&
looms like a hangover
out the dim glass
action figure perfect
& action figure wrong

you wonder

how was that
ever forged
into something
that worked ?

BLUE LIGHT WEEKEND (A MULTIPLE CHOICE POP)

my 

memories

are vignetted 

with encroaching brown

like 

a; park bench dusk

b; cataract smears

c; a dirty protest

or

d; the smoke damaged

   field trip

   polaroids

   we found in the geography room

   after all the school arson

   that blue light weekend

MORNING REPORT 108

a potted remix
of the past

humps my leg
every morning

before 

i even 

pissed

AUTUMNS DARK LID

in

the
morning parks
liminal hinter

the

golden merkin

of

dewy leaves

confer 

into light & colour

just about 

only just enough

strength to wrangle

wrestle & tangle

with the afternoons 

four o clock dark lid 

SWEET JAM TO SWEETEN

 

seize the jewelled dawn
with whatever hands
the night leaves you

its sweet jam 

to sweeten
the steamrolled bullshit

of another 

flattened 

pancaking day

MIGRAINE HINTERLANDS

the plum trees

mad canopy

e x p l o d e s  

across the northern sky

& the lawns a green 

i have never seen

~

now i sweat blood

only just

this side 

of proverbial

when i try to think 

HIFI INCLUSION

listening
to
excellent music

makes me excellent too

&

i am included now
when my appetites 

had hit the wall

MAGRITTE FIST

now the day is unday

cant-think chunk-blocks

like thick glass walls

& no flow - zenless

cos something bad happened

&

you

are

uncoping / clunky

in

the

wretched immediacy

of

its

magritte fist

EGGSHELL CHILDREN

 

i saved a snail

i saw struggling

on the hot cement 

&

wished
it
was
all the eggshell children
of

the

dangerous

world

but what can a poor boy do

but listen to a rock n roll band ?

TO PARAPHRASE DYLAN THOMAS A BIT

we do go gently 

into 

an anticyclonic gloom

straw grass 

razed to stubble

inside the electric tether

~

meteors & rage 

forked diluted

by bluelight nightlife

& frail deeds 

forgotten drown

in the greenwashed bay

BIG ISSUES

 

make me feel

all

dumb
numb
&

down-low backwoods crazy 

like on the edge of panic

but in a valium bath

SAM BROWNE STYLE (TV FRAG POP)

shoulder bag

 & belted raincoat

tugged snug

 sam browne style

 

about the waist of the spy

MORNING REPORT 105

autumn memories

are layered up in me

like an onion

& the late sun

like knives

will dice it

into an album 

of dusk cafes

& numb commutes