WAVE A FLAG

youngbloods
overtake me

of course they do
i am one mph

& i have no networking

& no push or pummel left

after the essential work
is bled out clotting

& filed on here

in its secret drabs 

~

if you find it

wave a flag

& i will wave 

your flag too

FIVE WHOLE MINUTES

gears
jump
grind

judder

i greet old scaffold
with chemists oil

& move smooth for five whole minutes

its a glimpse
of a dab

of the essence of life

of homunculus freedom
& the ordinary of others

CHALK & CHAIRS

there was no announcement
in any of the papers
& nothing on tv

no sirens
no shoutout
no sign

but i reckon / know / feel 

that all my teachers are gone now
dead / defeated / downsized
retired into the garden with crosswords

& they cant make me
reduce quadrilaterals
read steinbeck aloud
to anything ever again

in 

their 

compulsory fiefdoms

of chalk & chairs

ANIMAL UNBOTHERED

be easy
to drift thru the days
an extant mass

without urge
or maintenance

no deliveries or plans

no requests or pangs

no phone no flubs no leaks

silent
sitting
sustained

or walking pointing remembering
or walking for walking

like an animal unbothered
to prove it is here

UNFILED 2022 FIELD REPORTAGE 4

i warn the binmen
that i am building up
to jettison much ballast

its to maintain trim
i tell them
you know how heavy
the dead are
&
the screaming detail of things

BY APERTURES

the moonlight beam
a silver blaze
down the curtain gap

is broken

by nights 

black erasure

& arrives as a bullion bar

smelted by apertures
on the rumpled sheets & me

UNFILED 2022 FIELD REPORTAGE 3

the dove sways
with its weight

on the topmost curve
of the conifers branch

& the lily twice dead
is blooming today

~

you !  

flower !

you could have been anything

&

obvious & complete 

&

heavy headed in the wind swing

& 

on a bed of hard cold clay

you nod & nod & nod

like an old old man

at another VE day

UNFILED 2022 FIELD REPORTAGE 2

all the kipple questions

  & needy decisions

that niggle & naggle

  in drop-down check-box rain

& on precinct clipboards

  in day-pay anorak arms

rub like beach sand

  in your summer shoes

maybe i decide them all now ?
  like on a hospital food menu

then ride all the green lights
  easy & low & flying & freed

all the way to xanadu west
  out on el dorado bay

UNFILED 2022 FIELD REPORTAGE 1

dawn is a pensive onion

keening

its

yellow voodoo
around

my
sick horses

no-go stable hay

& today

is like homework 

on the morning bus

wet drawings

of

balls & dicks

&

arrows & hearts

finger smeared

on steamed-up window glass

A MORNING POP

i was there

now i am here

& i think a thought

simple as meat

& strange as stars

& so it goes

todays fog

& yesterdays clothes

hearing feelings
out the radio

COMFORT BRRRUM

the raw sunlight
on a worn teddys
threadbare belly

mocks the lightness
that was here
in the pause of evening

listening together
to the comfort brrrum
of the late night cars

CONSTRUCT OF A SPRING

dont know
what flavour
the fragrance is
in the hallways
plug in air freshener

its coming out all magical

in lunchtime yellow sunlight

& in navy blue dusk

under the row of our warm coats

but
its
making
me soft & nostalgic
for some 

composite construct 

of a spring

thats immediate

pushing perfect

& hanging there

over the trainers on the mat

for the wishful grabbing

MEMORY FRAGPOP

& all shades of yesterday

are like a motorway on-ramp

i
wear
as
a
backpack today