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a poem or pic a day until I die or dont; the online home of Ford Dagenham
Friday, 16 May 2025
LAMPS TRIMMED & BURNING
some
of
us
always pull lamp duty
on the cold windowsill
clamps left on
the
glued wood topper
of
the venetian blinds
Thursday, 15 May 2025
ABOUT PIERCE BROSNAN
in an experimental jet boat
on & under
the surface of the thames
you chase down
an assassin
& you roll it
& in a halo of bubbles & white water
of course
thats
when you straighten your tie knot
Wednesday, 14 May 2025
ABOUT DAMASCUS
age
&
its rising descent
play
at
profundity today
like a road to damascus moment
if damascus is the corner shop
& the moment
a rest
at the corner
on a
low brick wall
under strung
cables
buzzing from signals
caught from the sky
Tuesday, 13 May 2025
WEAK TEA VISION
it is an overcast
& room temperature day
a day that tried for more
& turned out like weak tea
there is a sense of something
forgotten / lost / gone
& a feeling of something
missed / wrong / skewed
& then there comes a moment
when i think / feel / know
that if i turned round now
my grandparents would be there
a reassuring
perfection
of themselves
maybe even
hand in hand
in beige &
smiling
Monday, 12 May 2025
ABOUT FLAGS
when
i
saw
them
i called my red flags
wine overflow
& necessary blood
& green flags
just more ego juice
for the hero gravy
Friday, 9 May 2025
FAR FROM THE TUCKSHOP QUEUE
us kids numbed & agog
who unzipped their coats
to catch the blow & sail
of parkside
autumn wind
are accidentally now adults
in a rush of penumbra
& the jumping blur of it
far from the tuckshop queue
Thursday, 8 May 2025
GARDENERS VAN
time has become . . . tactile
like a sensory toy
in a drs wating room
patinaed with irremovable gunk
~
& next door -
the gardener
his van is evident
in the patent street
Wednesday, 7 May 2025
NEVER HAVE GONE
theres a tape in me
that plays back
old friends voices
with such timing
that its like
they never
have gone
~
this conjured backing
is flowers that bloom
out the stomped dust
Monday, 5 May 2025
IF THE RAIN, A FRAGPOP
& next year
i will be older
like a tree is taller
if the rain & sun
Thursday, 1 May 2025
KEEL OF CRUMBS
& rain came
perpendicular & small
& i listened to the rain
& i thought a thought
& the thought thunk me
in
a
sunday mornings
keel of crumbs
soul itching
like a microdose tease
feet up
chow down
& wonder
Tuesday, 29 April 2025
THE GIVING BOX
i put the tv on
& its not a show
hes famous for
& i never knew he was in this show
or even knew of this show at all
but
it was very very nice
to see
that avid urgent fireball
that is r
ik mayall
again
Monday, 28 April 2025
PUT LITTLE TRUST IN TOMORROW
whoever said
seize the day
must have been high
it comes at you like a ramrod
like a haymaker of light
like a newspaper taxi ramraid
thru a pawn shop window
youd need hands
like andre the giant
or a glove
like thanos
not my mere mortal mitts
of meds & meat & mistakes
Thursday, 24 April 2025
SOME MAD SCIENCE
i know we CAN touch
& how important touching is
but i keep thinking
about how we CANT touch
how touch
is
resistance
is
pushback
from the atoms & forces
in our own reaching fingers
& upturned faces
& small animal palms
& cold night time feet
& i love me some mad science
but i cannot forgive it this
Wednesday, 23 April 2025
THE FACE OF DEATHGLO FEAR
well
youre a person
just a person
like an everyday person
of meat & appetites & deathglo fear
well
youre just collateral damage
everyday collateral damage
in the culture wars
bullshit timewaste
of impetus & ignorance & fear
& i am happy to see you
lighting the
grey retrograde streets
of the plumb citys boar
with your optimist flags
of freedom & future & fandango
in the face
of everyones
deathglo fear
Tuesday, 22 April 2025
HOW WE BLEW IT
all
the
WE did this
&
WE did that
how WE failed mother earth &
how WE squandered paradise &
how WE cut down all the trees &
how WE poisoned the rivers &
how WE melted the glaciers
how WE blew it &
all that
well i dont feel
i should be included
as i didnt do any of that
& neither i bet did you
Thursday, 17 April 2025
LIKE BUTCH & SUNDANCE, A TV POP
born strange & shared
in a corporate world
so
they
run
then
hand in hand
toward the camera
together
together
& into
a film grain
freeze frame
like butch & sundance
before
the
credits
crawl
Wednesday, 16 April 2025
MANY A TRUE WORD
god is basically a nanny cam
i
heard
a
cartoon
character
say
on the late night tv
~
& i would like
to
take
this opportunity
to say -
this
shorthand
demographic
clumping
together
of gen this & gen that
makes
me
uncomfortable
in its lazy reduction
Tuesday, 15 April 2025
IT WAS VIDEO OF COURSE
i
was
well
behind
the leaps of phone tech
when he showed me
a pic of his fiancé in turkey
i
jumped
when she moved
cos it was video of course
& he looked at me
with surprise & weird distaste
&
i felt
like philip k dick
when hes spying on himself
& its raining in his heart
in paranoid & scrambled LA
Monday, 14 April 2025
INSERT ANALOGY HERE
theres so much shit
coming thru
we got to suck up
inset hoover analogy here
with reference to full bags
&
the horror
& frustration
& delay
& interruption
from
the
tangled electrical cords
knotted need to not comply
that makes me hot with anger
in the bland day hallway
Friday, 11 April 2025
MEAT CULVERTS
now streaked
& chipped
& perforated
by the s
trafe
of our own worry
& scraped
& gouged
& punctuated
by
a
policy
mandated
inferiority complex
we
meat culverts
be
resilient
& tough & stripped
like tardigrades in trousers
masked up in the welfare queue
Thursday, 10 April 2025
INSINUATING MELODIES
now
my
mind
writes
its
own
eulogy
as
i
paint
& i am trying not to ruin the canvas
& i am happy i have not ruined it yet
& i can only paint to arcade fire
& i am almost sick of them
almost gagging
on
the
insinuating melodies
but i am hooked on
the bitter sweet
coffee & banoffee
of
nostalgia & longing
Wednesday, 9 April 2025
CHESTNUT & UMBER
painted chestnut
& umber
with the runoff
of the world
we
echo-chamber
a call & response
under
the gibbous belly
of a lock screen
with a queue of sign
Tuesday, 8 April 2025
THIS IS HOW SHAKESPEAR HAPPENED
dear mr mendes
with respect
but this continued
beatles feeding frenzy
makes it feel
like theres never ever been
Any Other Bands
this is how shakespear happened
marlowe is hanging on
but who quotes
fletcher
anymore ?
Monday, 7 April 2025
STATE OF THE NATION
so i do what i can
when i can
i mean
wrighting
of course
between the fruit flies
& static veg of the day
thoughts like samples
over fuzzbox loops
big themselves up
with poached & grandiose titles
eg;
THE STATE OF THE NATION
jack & jill
went up the hill
for another litre of cider*
& jack fell down
& broke his crown
& the ambulance came three days after
* & ice & monster munch
& ribena & vape juice
Friday, 4 April 2025
SAD MAD BONES
when its
bad news headlines
that justify
your extant mood
its
a
weird
&
dysfunctional
synergy
that
sends
a
buzz
of
balance
thru
your
sad mad bones
Wednesday, 2 April 2025
SOFT ARCHAEOLOGY
i would go
once again
to the places
i
have
been
to see
what of me
i might find
there
in the memory
of streets
& the minds
of hills
~
time has
never known
what its to do with me
&
i am
infested
with its minutes
&
backwatered
by the tides
of its great bowl
Tuesday, 1 April 2025
FEAR EVEN TO ONCE GLANCE
now
the
system orchestrated mindset
demands rolling explanations
for absence
from the day machine
&
it
comes
out
as
a beg / a whine / an
excuse
& pleas for understanding
when
i should
be
unapologetically
ill
a still turning
burning windmill
on the overlook hill
sacrificed to home experiments
&
slo-mo soft-blazing
a strange new
trail
thru the
heart of darkness
where half the healthy
fear
to even
once glance
Monday, 31 March 2025
CIRCLES OF ELLIPSES
now automatic writing
that engine & saviour of expression
well -
stationary boatmen
make circles of ellipses
in the spring of surface tension
with coffee scoop feet
& if i must
fall deep
to
hear
myself
i will
belay the kernmantle ropes
& light it up
& read the shadows
of the gumbo & diamonds down there
&
fetch
them
up
to
the
suns
light
warmth
& bleachy fade
& bust like birth
the kitchen counter silence
in this bad-quiet & still
headpan pool
Friday, 28 March 2025
BABY JOHANSEN ASKS #2
papa ?
yes son ?
you know carol on the corner
sold their mobility scooter
to pay bills from thames water ?
that rhymes son !
you could be a poet when you grow up
but papa ?
yes son ?
how would that help ?
. . . well . . .
Thursday, 27 March 2025
BABY JOHANSEN ASKS
papa ?
yes son ?
this labour party,
theyre
people
too
,
right papa ?
yes son
then why are they doing
such
unpeople
things ?
. . . well son . . .
Tuesday, 25 March 2025
RAW LIKE BACON
i
bathed
in
the triumph
of a cat
exfoliated with sand from the sky
& raw like bacon like headlines
i took to the sleeping bed
& failed there
with
mountain tension
missing the streams of leigh
Monday, 24 March 2025
PATTI SMITH FRAGPOP
to paraphrase patti smith -
i am so middle aged
so god damn middle aged
& i wish
someone
would send me
en
ergy
Thursday, 20 March 2025
A DAY IN THE STRIFE (TO THE TUNE OF A DAY IN THE LIFE)
i
saw
the news today oh boy
the government
blew its legitimacy out
in a subsidised ulez car
& tho the news was rather sad
i just stood & stared
as another crowd of people
were turned away
&
everyone was really sure
he was from the house of shills
Wednesday, 19 March 2025
SINCERELY NO REGARDS
to; politics
cc; disaster, capitalism, polycrisis
re; t
hrowing the poor & sick again
to the payday loanshark wolves
to whom it may concern,
we 'uneconomic units'
are sorry
you cant
see any worth
in our struggling lives
just know
we too
can see
even less
in yours
sincerely no regards whatsofuckingever
Tuesday, 18 March 2025
NOSTALGIA GLANDS
outside the unkillable bookies
diehard smokers
brace for judgement
&
breath their b&h
into my memory portal
&
manic
nostalgia glands
~
matchboxes &
cubic cellophane
under the thin light
of a streetlight
&
night smoke
in the mist of rain
Monday, 17 March 2025
REALITY PROPS
gore on the green lawn
feathers on the garden walk
haikus in red dawn
~
his face is a mountain
the night is screaming
all conversations
are clipped
like wings
~
&
the emptiness
of right now
is punched out
on the quiet carpet
of a weekday morning fume
Friday, 7 March 2025
GOOGLING PADLOCKS
on hand-me-down phones
&
library wifi
the sick google
padlocks & foodbanks
in
the ruins
of
britains stable doors
Thursday, 6 March 2025
THE BLISS OF THE WOMB
if you didnt arrive
keening hard
an existential wail
some strange masked woman
beat you
till you did
now they expect
autofill permission
& adherence
to the f
luid goalposts
mumbled
out the
sanitised egg
&
to roll over roll over
&
curl up like a hibernating boy
every unexplainable night
chinos neatly folded
under crisp polo shirts
photo ID on a company lanyard
next to the rare earth phone
like the blood & terror
& shit & screaming
were never ever there
& you had forgotten
the bliss of the womb
Tuesday, 4 March 2025
THE FRANKENSTEIN REST OF IT
now most days
i cant believe
all this normal stuff
is happening
you know -
like eggs
clever parrots
&
our regular surrender to the dark
let alone the frankenstein rest of it
VULCAN FIRES HIS FORGE
among other news
the world is heavy
on
cringe & deflection
ego
& projection
orchestrated diatribe
& racketeering from the egg
& big machines
turn
& the moon is thirsty
& innocent mammals
hunt landmines
in the ivf dirt
i am weak at the shit of it
now heres pinochet
with the weather
where you are
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