ABOUT A WARNING

it is impossible
to give
this warning in time

despite my efforts
to build
the appropriate machine

from deck chairs
& duct tape
& qualcast parts

but here it is anyway
for what its worth

so listen up kids -

be very careful
where you are born

PHONE ATTACK

the ringing phone
& the alarm of it
hot up the spine

is a cold sweat flashback

to the days of brunch rum 

& apocalyptic nerves

~

its on the tv tho

just a phone 

on the tv show

& the relief of it

like a great fart
of volcanic steam

~

my hiccupped psyche 

needs a long minute 

to buffer & reseat  

on these sofa cushions 

of assumed maturity
in the adultscapes weird dream 

ABOUT THE MOVIES

i saw somewhere or read somewhere

some writer or herbert or art junkie

said they find movies
too passive an experience

& i thought you dick you dick
oooh little high horse johnny
cant stoop to the prole food ?

~

but then i am watching a movie
& every movie i watched since
i feel the passivity & it itches

& the movie is now only
roiling wallpaper
inside 

a chinese 

black friday 

oblong

BELEIVE

i believe in

the sweet effort 

of packed lunches

commitment in tupperware

small so small

but ready

in the stretching space of stars

RIDING LIKE THAT

imagine
youre
a spider

& you spun your web 

  wide & taut & centered
in the reaching upsweep 

  of a red deers antlers

& riding like that
  with dew & mist
in the tumble-roll glens
  of galloway forest park

dinner waiting on the wind

& all the stars out at night

OFFCUT POSEY No 303

my bones feel hollow 

like a birds bones

& seem filled only

with high mountain air

well sometimes
i dont recognise 

that fool up the tree

braced there with his tinnys

escaping the rote of it

& walking home

in the seashell tinkle

of the predawn milk float glass

WITH TARTAN INSIDE

i used to call
the old guys
the shuffling phalanx of the lost

their bugle call
i assumed 

was a long & mournful fart

& they go

no more
for morning papers now

~

beige zipwear

with tartan inside

in donation bags by the door

africa jokes

about summer tans

gone from them for evermore 

SEASONAL POPTART

heres autumn
& johnny goes up the lawn

like an aeroplane
with his arms out

over the rolled gold waves

natures beautiful litter
fragile
small
& crunch

OFFCUT POSEY No 10

the absolute morning of the workplace

the medieval rack of it -

its keys & cups 

& trucks & cogs
corralled just so

bright but dull too 

& loaded with overthought precision

only just this side of chaos

yes even the dust -

especially the dust 

~

its too much world
&
pooh sticks race
under the trouble bridge
in 

a 

pink floyd of the mind

OFFCUT POSEY No 380

my weathered, no - rustic
goblin 

hardware

receives a sad push notification

&
cries
a single
hollywood tear

SUMMERS END PT2

in the dearth of purpose

of summers end

the sun sets wild & orange
on the rippled aluminium

of warehouses

& showrooms

& incognito cannabis farms

& workers in autumn shorts
with clipboard hands

& pda pockets
rush a smoke or a vape

on the loading bays concrete aprons

of chevrons & cracks

& shadows too long

surely too long

for half past four

in the afternoon

i pull the blinds

in the vacant unit

& curl up in my clothes
on the office furniture

resting

between heists

OFFCUT POSEY No 9

now today

dont make me

use my brain

it is a deserted breakroom

i

slowly

back

out

of

SUMMERS END PT1

in the car -

coffee & 

cannabis &

watching the also-rans run around

& the water colour sky 

bleeds sunburst 

in great washes 

of god-light

over the livid bruise 

of rain clouds

& the flat slate stack 

layer caked inbetween

another retail park afternoon

appetites to sate 

at summers end

ONE VEIL OR ANOTHER

like

an

alien

&

taxonomic ivy

blooming subtly 

up

the

stains & masonry

of 

your amalgam memory 

age 

grows

a 

special perspective

that i find impossible 

to competently impart

something about 

the importance of coincidence

the myth of confidence

& the ley lines of the soul

or is that just me ?

anyway
time takes one veil or another

off for dry cleaning
if youre doing it right 

& watching too

SILLY SAUSAGES

wearing green plastic shoes
we got from the garden shop
&
listening to neil youngs 

hysterical southern man guitar
i
collect the shit the drs asked for

on the provided plastic stick

& it reminded me
of hanging out
with shotgun jim
& all the dead framed
in pictures on his walls

such silly sausages arent they ?

he used to say

clasp knife in one hand

silver egg in the other

silly silly sausages

GOT NOWHERE WITH IT

in the cafe
i had coffee
at the counter
then decanted it
into a takeout cup

& took it with me
up to the field
where i stood
& looked downhill
at what i could see of the river
flowing silver behind the cranes

& thought about it all

& got nowhere with it

it has nowhere to go

OFFCUT POSEY No 357

in impromptu affirmation
on the patchwork lawn
of straw & sod
& the guts of ruptured plums

i announce -

i believe in dirt
  & its weeds & leaves
    & the fingerprint bark 

      of the trees

& then i salute
an airmans salute
for the concrete cairns i built
over the graves in the clay

OFFCUT POSEY No 32

now i am the man 

out in the garden
whos waving at all 

the planes sliding by

there they scratch pale stripes

in the stonewash sky

that grow - undulate

till it looks like 

fine beach sand looks

after the tides 

~

all the city airport

pilots know me 

i reckon / by now

& they radio each other

'hes got the blue hat on today, over'

or something like that

OFFCUT POSEY No 25

now shit !
someones there
somethings behind me

but no

here its excess dressing gown fluff
nodding on my shoulder
in the kitchen thermals

but it might not have been
you know ?

not in this nanodrone
future soup dream

OFFCUT POSEY No 38

again i look for the way

the righteous mission

the secure channel of the mind

~

i saw it once before

in the silver mist 

of streetlights

& the warm hum of the cars

hermetic

incognito

driven

~

& the playful laughter 

of the brackish surf

washes up as we all wash up

ink blotting

on the pebbles 

of the night