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 
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 rik 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




was 
well behind
the leaps of phone tech
when he showed me

a pic of his fiancé in turkey

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 strafe of our own worry

& scraped 
& gouged
& punctuated
by 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
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
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

         energy






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; throwing 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 fluid 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