HAPPY AS A SONG

his walk is loose 

& boots undone

his shirts too big

& arms swing wide

hes on the A13 median

in august morning sunshine

bag empty 

open & low

~

hes free as a bird is free

in danger - hes a road movie

but happy there

happy as a song

BUTTERFLY

i am a strange butterfly
juju eyes
soft crib
lid off

i brief the glass portal
on meat-worlds fly-tip 

~

chrysalis was a whisky crate
ace goon 
& 
moon friend

monster reformed
out a fender wail

blood-up notorious

~

the gone caterpillar
pressure
fermented
bad ale

but no diamonds

erupted effervescent
in the A13
fresh sapling
sound barrier
expansion

from www.el-tony.com

TOURIST AD DUH

once
i forgot spain

weed on fire
sunny pm
beta band on

in 
an 
a13 
tailback chav-rush 
to the pissy coast

a 
sprouting 
hysterical
billboard 
announces SPAIN

all big & massive
all red & yellow

whats a fucking SPAIN ? 

i said

~

sorry dali

apologies lorca

forgive me zubiri

but once
i forgot spain

&
i ask forgiveness
from 
all 
the incredible animals
under iron city bridges 
everywhere

from fsgworkinprogress.com

FIND ME A MANTRA 3/3

well i been
deep in a heavy 
philosophising jag

black rumination
on decay and the
soft condition

then
i
came
down
from
the
brain
clouds
to
the 
sofa
to
watch
a
dozen
or so

trailer park boys
back to back
on tv

i feel like
a nobel prize winning
mathematician
watching a cat
drink from its bowl

sometimes its hard 
to know what
to
think
about
it
all

~

and theres sirens too
out there on the A13

a falling whine
rolling like a tide
that
makes
me
straighten
and look
like a 
meerkat
would

someone is hurt out there
and people are helping

gospel
and
solution

a mantra for these days

someone is hurt out there
and people are helping

bubbles by dadelmann from hugelol.com

THE DAY THE SKY WENT MAD

A13 AM

rumblestrip 
rat 
race 
rolls west
on 
cone clogged
ice
bitten
blacktop
to
dawn skyline
that
sparkles dim
with
cranes 
silver chrome curves
and
skystab shrines
that
points
to the pale moonstain
who
looks
down
on hatchback twin crimson eyes
that
light
sad
verge
shrubs into night monochrome
and
brittle hooters
bark
tempers
under the morning bridge