HAPPY APPLE BLOSSOM

how
can
i
enjoy

the happy apple blossom

when
i
cant
see

any happy bees

FROM THOSE HOSPITAL MORNINGS

hes tall & thin
or looks tall because hes thin

& his neck is made of hollows
a deep shadow round his apple
from the 

phone stores 

heaven glare

in the shopping malls
level one coffee array

~

he is the colour of antiques
& his eyes are wet stones
& i see the misfires under his skin

i dont know him
but i know the look

from those hospital mornings
& the goodbye souls
on pyjama parade

& ending there

ASK THE MUSK, THREE HAIKU POPS

a is still for apple

in the locked groove loop around

lost - you ask the musk


~


highway maintenance

red jackets & a pale sun

meat puppets dancing


~


the towers of song

first stop & last port

fragrance curates memory

ALL THE MORNING FARTING

 

just a middle-aged man

eating the only apple he can

in front of the bathroom mirror

hes counting knives in his head
pondering level 2

& the things rock stars said

~

apple skin stick-stuck 

between teeth of course

     

& all the morning hes farting 

     

farting H E L P in morse

DAWN QUESTIONS

dawns 
groundhog day 
ground zero
ambiguously greets

the red berry bush
its xmas cherries
its blips of sin 

in baby blues 
in fat dove greys
& 
striped 
jailbar 
black

antimatter bars band 
the cracked cement

~

it
asks
me
one thousand
offensive
questions

like a charity mugger
crazy on good intentions
& good methedrine

i tick NA
&
return to sender

in big red
crayon blood

~

well dawn
you knackered my mind
with your 
relentless
regular
routine

its a knackered 
steel wool ball now
all crammed & gummed

& 
it 
feels 
like magrittes apple
when 
the 
dolls come home

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TWO MORE GARDEN POPS

GARDEN POP THE 1ST

a june orchard apple tree
its rude plump fruit
its delirious
overdone
colouring-in 

winter
trees
must
dream of this

in
their
hooked and stalky
broom-like
desolation



GARDEN POP THE 2ND

the stressed up-dug 
forced nature noise
of next doors
creak-scream wood gates
spoke to my boneyard of block paving

it
replied
with 
only
weeds

and the superior silence
of stasis

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NEWS POPS

1.

everyday
the 
world 
is
another newspaper 
          
        older ? 
        newer ?
        or 
        more tired ?
             

2.


dear news
so theres
no headlines
of artistic triumph
of heroic compassion
of breakthrus in unity
                 universal education
                 civil responsibility 

        again ?

dear news
so theres
no side bars
on mindfulness
on the futility of fear
on the triumphs of new tech
                   beyond apple 

        again ?

whats that news ?

you think i live in
an 
absurdist liberal fantasy
in
a real world of hooting chimps ?

well touche news

but 
why 
not 
print that then ?

        for 
        a 
        change

3.

maybe
if
we
didnt watch the news

   but
   counted the days instead
   by 
   our 
   growing finger nails
   and
   the sliding sun
   
   would 
   the 
dangerous theatre
still
perform 
at
all ?

wells theatre, norfolk, virginia

SILENT GARDEN NIGHTS

wait for small green apples
to fall out of the tree
and
bounce and be still on patchy
brown
lawn

8 pm - hot
air is still and muggy
reminds me of warm beer/of funerals

walk to the shop for ice cream
warm cig smoke drifts slow
from 
wound-down hatchback window

off licence lights murmur and shine
the busy bottle shelves
flash me back 
to 
the 
wild heart of drunkness

but now
i'm only waiting
for green apples
to
fall
on a brown lawn