ANIMAL UNBOTHERED

be easy
to drift thru the days
an extant mass

without urge
or maintenance

no deliveries or plans

no requests or pangs

no phone no flubs no leaks

silent
sitting
sustained

or walking pointing remembering
or walking for walking

like an animal unbothered
to prove it is here

THEREFORE I CAN

the creosote
& the petrol

the varnish

& tarmacadam

the neighbours skunk

on the weekday wind

& the mucking-out-the-stables earth-funk

of
the
animal
self

i smell 

yes

i smell

therefore i can 

A LOGICAL WAY

we

render

our 

animal experience

into cannibal tallow

to ease the grit 

in the bearings

of the carbolic wheel

in the mad hope of pearl

peace

& a logical way

LICHEN BENCHES

punctured
we leak

onto the lichen benches
of
the
struggling cemetery spring

squirrels there

on headstones

flaunting their 

animal zen

SAFER THAN TREPANNING

in the heave & low-fro 

of the slow-sick fug-fog
my brain does whine 

its white noise moan

skull boxes it 

it is muddy

i cant even wail

~

i go live in my belly

its simpler 

more animal

roomier 

safer than diy youtube trepanning

BLOG POST NUMBER 3333, BE ANIMAL

this is BLOG POST NUMBER 3333

this seems like a landmark
that needs an announcement
but its only numbers

seems a good point to suspend
the blog for the holidays
normal service will continue soon

hatchbacksonfire.blogspot.com

also listen to the
Alternate Stories & Fake Realities
Midwinter Monologues podcast

i am in it, innit

https://www.buzzsprout.com/411730?s=30
https://linktree/AlternateStories?s=03

~

BE ANIMAL

animals are naked 

they own themselves

we are meat runes to them

& thats ok -

we can still be friends

tho our cups 

are busted 

into logo dust

~

i fiddle with minutiae

in the mornings feint 

rome burning 

the best violins

MAD JAZZ RESOLVED - ANIMAL !

 

count the locum stars

barefoot in the onion grass

&

disappear invisible - animal !

pissing free & marking

the holly hedge point blank

inside 

the gardens 

monochrome dark

where the maintenance line 

is only made manifest  

if you willingly wield 

the hand-me-down GPO rust shovel

with intent & lowborn design 

& back indoors 

its all science wonder

mad jazz resolved

in screaming blue light

photo Garden Peeping No 2 from the Dagenham Archive

BREKFAST BUFFET VOL3

 

the thrones empty

soon as my arse hits it

achievement owns 

the comedown void

success is blunt

i assume

~

chemical imbalance

melatonin dropoff

unsleep unhacked

holographic bacon

toast on the side 

~

we gurn

between the tech & the trees 

& the deep plastic of seas

& the long flat rolling hilltop land

of

dumb

animals 

& our ancestors stone

~

the mood is always uncertain

& the moon terribly strong

i am channelling 

i am auto diary

its not me

i am not here

this isnt happening

How to Disappear Completely 

is a beautiful song

photograph - Existence Confirmation Via Shadow Record courtesy of the Dagenham Archives

LONG PORK BOOTS

theres a thinking machine 

atop my meatstack

i say machine 

could be sickness 

or a deepfake hoax

maybe a burroughs virus

dominating my animal twitch

& theres cotton covered long pork
hanging there underneath my soul

randomly unresponsive
& pendular

making up its own rules
with boots on

REFLECTIVE POP

a 

slab 

of
sleeping animal

far from anywhere

i remember i calmed
the nowhere 90s

with hysterical
frisco guitar

from en.wikipedia.org

MORE THOUGHT POPS

the great experiment
is off its rails 

off course

goal posts
warp and run
a lifetime away

~

hungry !  
but for what ?

says no Real Animal
ever

~

she wears a blonde wig
instead of goodbye

& goes off grid
with ease

~

worry about what to wear

to
go
shopping 

for clothes

~

leaders make the worst reality tv

in
the
very
many
layered
meanings

of that immense oxymoron

~

follow the tweets
from off a famous name

one hundred 
years
dead

~

look for the joy

look for the joy

look
for
the
joy

on tv ?

from culturedvultures.com

THOUGHT POPS

monsters rule
by 
physciatric consensus

when will out come the nephilim ?

they will crumble quickly
asking for uhu glue

~

gravity is a closed window

above us is sky 
space & forever

we ride 
a heavenly fedex
to where ?

~

knee jerk bombs
face saving missiles

90 dead before breakfast

cardiac bellies
sag on the third green

~

unspecial under bricks
nature is calling

forests & streams
fill my dreams

~

stretch out
in my wifi pod

assassinated pig
on cornershop bread

mind in a gone land

~

cornershop stale chat

i shall take my silence
as a hint
to leave

~

and for one precious moment

for one precious moment

one 
precious 
moment . . .

meh

from freerepublic.com

LOOKING UP

THRU THE COTTON WOOL

meditation
is some weird animal

a fat monkey
still as dust

unharmed on the meatpile

in the
lion park

~

new lamps 
for
inside lights

raincoats and umbrellas
dumped in the porch

fresh shadows
new pictures
new angles
thicker speaker cable
does something

something

to rewire
the
let-down merry-go-round
and
demon strut
lay-away

~

i am punching
like a baby punches

thru a two block length
of
cotton wool

i am attempting 
autopsy in mittens 
in power cut
pirate mist

~

fewer whimpers
in the prison ward
these days

please expound
my other mind
that half-arsed friendly witness
says

from liveanddare.com

HOME TOWN POPS

1. SEA CHEST

gran had her ghost story

her apparition
at the end of the bed

a woman
hovering
on
grandpas sea chest

she
only
aired
it
once or twice

and i was sceptical
cos me id talk about it all the time

and anyway 
i was more interested
in the sea chest

in my childs mind
there was d day in there
dunkirk
u boats
sharks off the n african coast

and a liberated pistol
i could smuggle home




2. SMALL TOWN

small town
shut cinema
was pool
is now bingo

evacuated farm buildings
sit in the scraps

the waterworks so thoroughly vandalised
they
shut
them
down

conrad lived here for 20 minutes
pepys hung out in the worlds end
revolting peasants
lit the marsh beacons

the queen mother
came to visit all the oil
shook my pas hand

and the school fire
well the police asked me about that
art class 1985
when i was drawing a man
with flames for a beard

still theres forest

silent woods
rolling uphill

you could be an animal there

and if you squint
from up top
you can see
londons jigsaw skyline

like a grey 
5B smudge

pocked with fragmented pencil lead



3. CATS

we saw five cats
just out walking 
round the crescent
under a 5pm drama sky

we said hi to one
rubbed his neck
he sat on the kerbstone
where old uncle bulgaria 
used to potter
in his steptoe yard

one was in a bungalow window
next door to where 
that tv lady grew up
she added a 'van' to her common name
and 
left 
for the green rooms 
and the silver lights

he watched us like a border guard

one played in a cardboard mountain
left over from flatpacks
piled out by the wheelie bins

one was spread out on front garden cement
like he fell out the sky
landed by plants looked like froth
and a window dog
behind him 
was barking in double glazed silence

another one strolled by
like some victorian 
perambulating 
taking the air
before aperitifs

and
back home
theres ours

still on the same pillow
no intention of moving
till
his
food and shit and shot 8.30 pm

and i thought 
where were the people
in this fuckburg town?

can hear them plenty enough at night 
thats for sure

sounds like the monaco F1
or the isle of wight TT
sometimes

its oxford freaking circus out there
when 
we
are 
not looking

SOE pistol, welrod, from ww2nation.com