HONEY ROASTED

& i do this here in the mornings
log in / clock in / report for duty
& trawl my notes
& my mind
& my memories 

& hiccupping intention

& the stumbling dance is on
in this early buffet 

of whimsy & effort

& needy blim of creation

till the washing machine
sings its electric finishing tune
& i get into the cheap cuts

of the buffering day
sliced thin but honey roasted

BAD NEWS ANTODOTE - SMALL TOWN FLUFF #3

to prove that as a race 

we are not all into curdled depravation

& JDAM bombs & BLU penetrators  

here is street level report 

of the safe & mundane

& comfortably oval

~

so on the corner 

i saw cleaners in the bagel shop 

& it has reopened 

& no one saw that coming

also the new beauty salon

has got round to removing 

the newspaper off from its windows

tho it is still struggling 

to get the security shutters

all the way down of a night

oh & i nearly forgot but get this - 

at the bottom of the road

by where the fields are

theres a horsebox trailer 

parked up on someones drive

& it is stencilled

with all the exact same branding

as the bagel place is

& i wonder what people

are thinking of that

LIBRARIANS DOOR

 

stack the words up
like the hotchpotch tower
of an ambitious sandwich

like a babel

a babble

a coiled telephone cable

& watch meanings mutate

& gel & set & flex

in the trades & westerlies

baggage abandoned

at 

the librarians door

THO DEATH HAS NO DOMINION IT STILL STICKS ITS BLOODY OAR IN

 

death is a bad fact
& blunt
like a sperm whale

&
fate is a river of silt
with tent city banks

& echoes have teeth
& the past is litigious

but no matter that

that world is gone

CHEKOVS AMBO

an ambo 

with blue lights 

but siren quiet

pulls up 

in the street at night 

& foreshadows 

the stories

of us all