GARDEN REPORT BLAND VICTORY

& over the back fence
is a deep & wild un-mowed lawn
grown up around the swings & toys

i am reminded of apocalypse films

it looks like jaywick sands

~

our cats in there

hes looking up at me
his eyes say -

you got nothing better than this

only your food

i say

only your food 

it is a bland victory

APOCALYPSE WALLS

  & 

  the words of the prophet

  are written in oil

  on the apocalypse walls

  & segregation halls

( & 

  were delivered

  in report form

  to the white house

  of the 1970s )

  & 

  whispered in the sound of silence

( & opec talks . . . ) 

LOOKING FOR CHERRIES

endgame fireworks

celebrate what ?

behind the lockdown terrace

the apocalypse 

has walked in

the back way

looking for cherries

  & 

 the

muffle thud-thud 
out hatchbacks 
overkill woofer

announces our unkillable bass

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JELLY CASTLE DOES BAD DREAM

my
only bone bowl jelly castle
thinks its thinking it thinks

on
top
a
stick
of
calcium matrix & cartilage 

no good
blackdreams
are
autopilot default

end in cashgasm
weird new house
with 
ablution ceramics enormous
& too sensitive 
to dream side piss

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WHA? POP TRILOGY

i got suckered 
into
reading news online

instead
of
Writing
the
world
Right

now i am FULL
and
have
to
go shit it all out quick

~

under a crossrail brexit junkie moon
i 
wonder - 

what of all those misc objects
from
my
past ?
all those plastic things
i 
touched and held ?

landfill

theyre in landfill baby

under a crossrail brexit junkie moon

~

it bothers me now

ill and sick and a shadow

that i am in no condition
to
tackle endtimes
or
weather the apocalypse 

like
i
always
thought
i
would

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DIRECT DEBIT

when i was young
maybe seven maybe eight
i
used
to
worry about growing up/leaving school
i
would
count
the years till this abyss
and wonder what the vacuum could hold

when i was young i worried
about
BILLS
i realised i had no idea where to send them/how to pay them
a future of panic on the door mat

when i was young
every
night
had 
its apocalypse worries

NEXT DOOR

knocking and drilling
for a year
next 
door
pauses
for a row

wild raised voices 
a
bellow - GEEEET OOOOUT!

i can feel the hot heads tight panic
the
destabilised fire
the
icy eyes - like i'm there/like its me

front door slams/shakes the masonry
and
of course i look out the window

the
daughter
drives her hatchback angry
free hand 
hiding 
her 
eyes - i feel her desperation in one glimpse
and
it
rings
primal
bells

its
apocalypse for a quiet man

even
when
its
next
door