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 

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

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 ?

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

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

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

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