COMPACT POPLINGS

A1

i would gibber moonward

mind hormone-fooled
to its most free flow

those midnight meadow laughter days

young & under stars



B3

the day has a mood on
clouds cross the sun

we do too it seems

collision nerves in the basted belly
unhorse me metaphorically

drama is a black black buzz



C1

i hold the past
like a dreamer

im not the only one

no white piano
just home vids to never watch

i hold the past
like a dreamer

& our hands touch anxious there

photo Dream Station No 4 from the Dagenham Archive

BALL OF CONFUSION

  time 
  was
i was fiery anxious
struck dumb round the neighbourhood
and
living inside fear
eating in secret
and
waiting
waiting
for something to happen

  or
drunk accelerator glory
emptying out in the wasteland
king of night
and
eternally uninvolved
everyone 
missing
from
me

  and
a ball of confusion 
in
any
small seconds inbetween

ball of confusion by leslie revels andrews 

from fineartamerica.com

OF TWINKLEDULL

the shadows tears cast

look
like

the
dense
black
bricks
of sudden arguments
and
the
spiked anxious light
of
the 
cold cold 
danger
of
diecast mindfreeze
all 
twinkledull useless
on 
the 
greasy 
lino
of the deadhand nowhere kitchen
in
the
silent-bland and coffee-nervous
middle
of
a broken broken day