OFFCUT POSEY No 22

so

i

wake

&

think -
one day theyll be NONE of us . . .

& i go barefoot

in the boondocks 

too much in my pockets

ad dissected sitcoms 

on the evening tv

MICE OF OURSELVES

'You sound like youre from nowhere.'

David Goodis, The Burglar



we have made 

mice of ourselves

afraid of 

the machines above

no mind

the cannibal holocaust

behind the pastel dream
of the faded ads

on end terrace

masonry gables

sky pie for supper
in the babel shade

 

SUPERMARKET CAFE OBS

supermarket cafe
  &
i am kinda hiding 
  &
i am kinda disguised
  &
i take my place at the window

  & 
the museum feeling creeps in
like dusk creeps in
  in 
  winters 
  turgid 
  pm
  fail

  & summers under-rug dust is free
to cataract the daytime tv


~


they follow their kipple carts
out down the hatchback rows

trapped in fashion
    &
the madness of ads

new bucket

old water

happy new year

bogofs

keeping

revolution

at bay

& like i said before
i am so full with memories
i am bursting like a child

from telegraph.com.uk

HEY TO FRIENDS IN THE GLASS

hey tv
- come fill / kill my mind

stab my back gently
    then
    sell me lumbar support

soothe me / smooth me
with
a
plastic world predictable resolution
leave 
me happy on the sofa

buying
    tubes of fat and oil
    insurance
    redundant new tech

because why should i have to think
about 
who i am / was / or could be ?

hey 20 min show
somewhere between my soft earth heart
and
utopia propaganda 


be
my

  Everything 

from ps4home.com

THERES A SHEEN ON THINGS

cars - showroom hatchbacks 
with
sun
painted into the steel
but 
under 
the 
glancing sexcurve bonnet
the
fat hips / the flat behind
its
a
black and earth hungry beast

scratch at it with chewed nails
in
an
anger-jag - scrape the pretence off
a 
grand balancing trick

brain-suck ads / lobotomy-smile magazines
of 
easy fortunes - they
drip
the
gloss - charm syrup
and
inside
the lie-skin is flesh / truth -

tear at it with your stained teeth

its
weak
and
simple

TV

news

beige buildings with bullet holes

bleached desert backdrop

reporter in white shirt crisp three days ago

olive flak jacket says PRESS in black

he plays up his dangerous locale

ad

 pastel family sit round a huge tv

logo filling the screen

more ads per hour than ANY OTHER channel

we tell you what you need

make room people!

  the smiling family fill bin-liners with belongings

making room

  

film

men in vests fight and swear by back-alley bins

  next they team up to swear and fight someone else

by

 plate glass

 and cardboard

shopping channel

 hyper active presenter

explains

obvious merits of owning a bed

     ad

sandbags and fast attic conversions

 featuring a roof-dingy

 from flood inc

tv

GOLGOTHA WAS A BUMMER

Jesus is with us

in our cigarettes and our whisky

Like he was with

Mary Magdalene when she was frisky

Could he be with

the lazy French who died of summer?

And 

who 

was 

with 

Jesus  

when Golgotha was a bummer?

Jesus is with us

as we wear her head as a hat

Like he is with

the hero dressed as a bat

Could he be with

the Manson and the other Mad?

Who 

was 

with 

Jesus

when his carpentry was so bad?

Jesus is with us

in our airwaves and our personal flair

Like he is with

our logos and the black mans death row stare

Could he be with his

countrymen who dis him as a dog?

Was 

Jesus with Jesus

when 

he 

was 

nailed to a log?

Jesus is with us

as we waste our time 

Like he is with

the needy who need a sign

Could he be there

while you surf for snuff?

Who 

was 

with 

Jesus when Jesus had had enough?

Jesus is with the

midnight atheist unapproachable

Like he is with the

touching priests untouchable

Could he be with

advertisers who clutter cable?

Was Jesus with Mary

giving 

birth

in the stable?

Jesus is with us

tear gassing for the man

Like he is with the

demonstrators tear gassed to the ground

Could Jesus be with OJ

on the phone driving the Bronco?

Was 

Jesus 

with 

us

in the eighties making all the electro?

  

Jesus is with us

as we bomb his land for money

Like he’s with us

when we hold his hand on Sunday

Could he be with the

million children dying hungry?

Who 

was 

with 

him

stuck on a short fence calling mummy?

Jesus is with us

as we advertise for free

and in our

lottery cravings

Like he’s with us

in our late night perversions

and

with our stolen savings

Could he be with the 

killer’s father when the father made his wife a mother?

Who 

was 

with 

Jesus

on his wooden shape when Golgotha was a bummer?