Showing posts with label agenda. Show all posts
Showing posts with label agenda. Show all posts

Friday, 24 January 2025

FAIL TO RAGE, FRAGPOPS




our words 
tool meanings
been wrenched
agenda heavy
into blaming 
yellow rags

~

we owe it all
to topsoil 
& precipitation

& we have failed to rage
at the paving of it all

plastic
collecting
in our
bystander 
balls







Tuesday, 3 October 2023

REVERSED UP COMPASSION DRIVE




the permutation 
of the word narrative
he said
has an agenda 
that chaos wont stand

dont they know reasons are not answers ?

just enjoy the air 
i told him
its fresh like a clean blade
& clipped just so

i think youve 
reversed 
up compassion drive
he said to me shaking his head
when you missed 
the deathville turnoff

i
hope
at
least
you grabbed something good to read
at the junction multimart station ?










Monday, 2 September 2019

PILTDOWN MAN IN THE MUMMY EXHIBITION




( dont ask why but fyi-
  
  my
  brainmind
  has
  gone
  half biblical & full epic

  a glacier mint clarity glimpse
  outside the fug 
  of coastal fog
  
  &
  its in this state
  
  of
  ministry ?
  of
  industry ?

  that 
  i wonder . . . )


what is my suffering
to 
the 
suffering of ages ?

i am piltdown man
in the mummy exhibit

~

the 
rendition extraordinary
detention borderly
&
starvation incontinently

the
damnation historically
sickness unnecessary
&
poverty geographically

the
extinction constructually
genocide religiously
&   
monks inflammatory 

all make me 
piltdown man
in the 
mummy exhibit

~

what is my suffering
to
the
suffering of the ages ?

well- its  
      M I N E

      &
thinking different
stinks 
of a stasis agenda






burning monk 1 | Flickr - Photo Sharing!

from steve&ben flickr.com



Thursday, 29 June 2017

THE DAYS WATCHING



the day 
all the days
i dont know what to do with them
theyre like tambourines 
in the snow

i got my colour tv 
and my dylan lps
i grind up fresh coffee beans
breathing new stainless 
electric vapour
up at the same ceiling whirls
where my grandfather
blew his yellow pipe smoke

the days well theyre like
one of those portraits 
in a gallery
or on a wood paneled wall 
in a horror films 
creaking mansion
where the painted eyes 
seem to follow you
which ever chair arm
you perch on dubious
and sipping at a drink

the days well theyre like 
i been flagged up
and all the teachers
and all the policeman know
and now theyre ready
to bear down
and bite at my ear
angry with agendas
angry with the writing
and the unmowed lawn



Image result for colour tv

from wikipedia.org