Showing posts with label angel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label angel. Show all posts

Tuesday, 30 January 2024

PALE SCRAPINGS OF WINTER




sportswear round here
its like its issued by postcode

adidas & umbro
nike for caps & hightops

at least it looks like
superdry has moved on

~

well my 'vintage' tshirts
soak up 
the fever sweat of effort
in the 
thin wedge of morning uk 

& its all about 
elasticated belts now
for the coming
workwear jamboree

~

& the cloud banks again
form a low smudge of crud

the pale scrapings of winter
from gin angels highstreet nails








Friday, 29 October 2021

GENERATED UNQUENCHABLE THIRST

 


a fake angel
christmas shaped

ghosts us all
in the instagram sky

you cant move cant move cant move

or wont - youre mesmerised . . .

in a scrolling induced 
unquenchable
dopamine 
thirst









photo - TV Static #12 from the Dagenham Archives







Wednesday, 31 July 2019

TRUE STORIES - DEATH HAIKU





1.

klink-bound russian killer said -

    i am 
   an Angel

    in the Devils school 




2.

but WHY did you do it ?

killer answers - i was hoping 

   YOU would tell ME



3.

killer gave himself up -
     he says

torture me to death please
   but 
   LEARN from me first







How poetry can rehabilitate prisoners

from ideas.ted.com

Friday, 3 November 2017

NAVEL THEN NORTH TO DEATH



and
if i look into my navel
north of my slab flat feet
into 
the 
rosy dream place
of never

i see 
mythical india

gram parsons 
playing 
unplugged cosmic country
on a
white grand piano

gielgud and t e lawrence
sharing 
a wild 
arab charger

trying to get to
the world on time

and an impossible aching dawn

~

but
if i look straight ahead
thru the calendar wall
into realities hard overdrive

i see grandparents
younger than me
weeping air 
onto the guardians
6 across 

(five letters it says
 and they got a d from armageddon
 so it starts with a d
 'walking _____ ' it says
 'permanent state youre in')
  
between drone bombed 
council flat walls
orange desert dust
between their
newspapers
dry as bone pages

that could crumble 
at a stifled cough
or a childs 
distant bleak
sink estate cry

their hands
like sepia maps
hold chipped china cups
of warm 
bath tub gin

brewed by 
street angels
who gave up 
all gentle hope
in the devils
en suite
fleet street
madagascar
novotel




Image result for novotel

from accorhotels.com

Monday, 7 December 2015

CAFE AND NEWSPAPERS



1.

newspapers
bingo distract and fear control 
  a sleeping mass
  of unused might
  that
  could 
  be Heroes

  if
  informed and taught 


2.

  the tesco cafe
is 
full 
of
unplucked
sketch show characters
  
they
  rot inside invisible
  like
  angels - gin soaked / useless and forgotten
  on
  a 
  Bowery stoop


3.

  i always look at the empty cafe tables
for
abandoned
newspapers
  tho the twists and lies
  will give me hives
  and
settle
a
black despondancy 
and
blue hopelessness
over
the
day

 from ebay.co.uk