COCOON

what kind
of cocoon
is this

i ask

where you cant think
cant even dare to think

of all
the things
you cannot anymore do

~

then

in the sagging gusset
of the afternoons bluff

night is here

NEW WAVE DAPPLE

not so much
rebuilding
out the wreck of it

as rewilding
the fallowed land
left

nude
after
the
wet kingdom fell

& waiting & hunting 

for the zing & smash
of a skew-whiff angles

unusual bond of light

in the new wave

dapple afternoon

OXIDISED LIPIDS

poetry - 

wake up

be genius

go back to bed

dont see what the problem is


~

now its afternoon
flat sun & a stale heel

 

& what i wrote earlier . . .

well 

oxidised lipids is too kind

DO YOU THO ?

i give afternoon tv

all the progress

the mornings fresh air 

gave me

it fills the spaces
i cant look at

with stories 

i wont believe

& while i grant it
credit & thanks

i know its a tool box
& never a church

FINDING WINTER THERE

these annual
pitstops
come round
like we
fell asleep
in the
afternoon
sunroom
& woke up
finding
dark thats there
like a wall is there
&
then winter too

3 x HOME POPS

1.

a blog post a day

keeps the doctor away

tho i do need
professional
medical
advice



2.

i spend all morning implementing
the
trickery
my 
therapists suggested

&
hence
&
thus

there is an afternoon
of sorts
after all



3.

i know this fridge hum

would be louder

would be a warning siren

if
i
knew
no
one
was
coming home to me

from pinterest.com

DOWNSIZE HUB

none of its new
but 
theres an arena escalation
in
the
construction dips
of
the
downsize afternoons
sun stained 
cracked plastic
hub 

from craftingup.com

ITS NOT CODEINE ITS COLA

like an opium dream
i
become
magnanimous and inflated
with 
a
great
global
empathy

for orphans 
empire
and the general 
on
the
run

i feel it pulsing
from out my ribcage
like the rko tower
before an old film rolls

i feel like a communications satellite
i feel like a minor god

till the height gets to me

then i taste the taste
like cola tasted
when
we
were
young
and just looking 
for a wall
to
climb

to see if 
there was tv adventure
or abandoned porn
waiting
down
on
the
other side

from secondhand-prop-shop.co.uk

ITS ALRIGHT MA, ITS ONLY SUNDAY

into the quietest of rooms
comes the loudest of guns

ricocheting
off
the 
plasma screen
bubbling in near silence
inoffensive
and
unwatched

the
flat crack echo of a late starters pistol
the
rumble thunder of the cannons of age
and
the
THWOCK
and
POP
of the suppressed assassins pistol
right behind you
as
the
mid afternoon sun
falls
down
the
sky