INSINUATING MELODIES

now

my
mind
writes

its
own
eulogy
as
i
paint

& i am trying not to ruin the canvas
& i am happy i have not ruined it yet

& i can only paint to arcade fire
& i am almost sick of them

    almost gagging on 

      the insinuating melodies

but i am hooked on

the bitter sweet

coffee & banoffee

of nostalgia & longing 

INDOOR PETS

it used to snow

we used to write letters

we used to use
the landline phone

~

indoor pets

sewn into cloth

lap cats
eating pulp 
with steel

bedroom LED speckles

our 
new

stardust sky

from youtube.com

THE SQUEEZE MADRIGALS - BRAZIL

i listen to 

Squeeze sing

bitter sweet sugar doom
&
i watch the end of 

Brazil

& log its chivalry lobotomy

& i darkly dream stuff
& i bleakly wonder stuff

thru a frosted glass onion

passing my advanced degree
in

arcade fire

420 o clock

adolescent

overhang

from pathfinderpat.wordpress.com

BEDROOM LANDS 3

bedroom lands-
gone where 
the past goes 
when it goes

now-
coasters on walnut
in  
living rooms
empty acres

us- 
aged carbon
crying to
arcade fire

~

bedroom lands-

weird truths
came out of
unguarded accelerator minds

those nights-
we broke them
till
dawn

dawn-
golden grime
carnivorous

~

island kingdoms
bedspread empire

pillow battlements
where i
found my name

and / but / then

money trumps time 
drink trumps money
in
scheduled
bottleneck 
ambush

lost innocence
corrupted memory
is
storage
reformatted

pic from blog.modspace.com

USED TO WAIT WEEKS

how 
to 

w r i t e 
        d
        o
        w
        n

these mornings ?

these mornings
peeking 
out from
englands 
back pocket 

at the low sun
at the sudden snow

at the next-day couriers
driving electric vans

rushing me
speciality tea

when we used to wait

 w
  e
   e
    k
     s

to sign our name

from vansdirect.co.uk