STACKING THE FIREWOOD

& 

sitting upright
in some kind of meditation kip
i plan ahead

plan to stack
the firewood
by the apple tree

& i do

& so it goes

orange leaves abundant

on the dusk lawns trippy green

POPFRAGS

theres a concert
always playing

in the white noise
of the world

~

the 
lost
arts

of
magnetic tape slicing
&
simple easy waiting

~

death to screens

i write
on a screen

fml & whatever

jesus
sinned
too

~

furious apple tree

t h r a s h e s

in
alexa
forecast
wind

from thelatterdays.blogspot.com

2016 END GAME

six green parakeets
appear
in
the 
bare branches
of
the apple tree

the toaster shorts out 
the house electrics

this happens 
almost
simultaneously

the parakeets
are arranged
like a half moon

i find an envelope
id written envelope on

i now have 
an electronic
nicotine machine

nan nods off eternal

i dream in black & white

validated by 
the brothers
in the print shop

no film is too shit
no codeine too large

& 
the parakeets
like a hive mind
leave as one
over
warhol slats
&
peterhoff tiles

alien green
against 
english
dishcloth
grey

from parakeetcare.org

FIND MEADOW

where is a great empty space 
a space
where politics is irrelevant 

antarctica ? 

with herzogs aztec king
and lovecrafts 6 foot penguins 

anyway
my mind conveniently left me 

the birds shat onion grass under the apple tree
and that bee big as a golfball that got inside 
well i got him out again

and
i
wrote something 
something good enough
something worthy enough
to read aloud
in a soft english meadow naked all the way to space 
coloured with nodding buttercups and patchwork dairy cows

i called it wire in the glass
i called it the veal and the chicken
i called it the moon men from mars

i put a note in my diary-
find meadow it says

then i count the bruise shades
in the killed grey sky
waiting for the streetlights to come on

theyre new lights theyre white now
and out the front round the sunflower fence
it looks like theres always an oncoming car

from nationalparks.gov.uk

GARDEN OBSERVATION

thug magpies bullies
build
a
nest
in the new blossom
of the apple tree

wild garlic stinks and sprouts
up
out
the
unmown jungle lawn

its one of the better things i do

to
quietly

o b s e r v e

and
let
it all be  

DINNER AND NIGHT (TWO)

1.  I HEAR THINGS

i hear a plane
drone-groan dangerous above the grey Thames river
  wheres
  he
  going then ?
  will science let his rubber wheels land ?

i hear crows calling monotone
across empty fallow fields of churned war mud
  what
  DO
  they
  want ? 
  better rates for graveyard scenes ?

i hear a pigeon
breathing black bacteria and rustling greasy feathers
up
among
the rotten apples and flies
in
the
tree
above me
  i bet 
  he's fat 
  and lazy - a sky rat full of drive-thru fries

i hear big trucks muted reversing beeps

(imagine drivers dull hungover eyes 
squinting into a cracked rear-view)

and
a
slow 
siren
dying like a battery

  or
  maybe its the wind 

maybe
  its ALL the wind

from etsy.com

2. I SEE NONE OF IT

i stretch out on the garden lounger
listening 
to
the
stuff
make
its 
noises

  Out There 
  
    in 
      the 
        world

i see none of it / i pick at my caked teeth
scratch
the
cuts
on 
my 
head
scrape matter from my ear lobes
and
sneeze phlegm on my boot tops

i look up / see the pigeon

  fat and lazy 
  like 
  i 
  thought

waiting for dinner and night

like
me 

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