EVEN JUST A BLIM

art before chores
art before youre dressed

art before voyeuristic vicarious

online viddy & earwigging

even if its just a blim
of a homeless thoughtscape headplan 

even if its looking up art
in the dictionary

& reading the definition

& thinking about the definition
& rewriting the definition much better
in your mind where no one can see

even if its composing a poem 

like this one

while pissing & leaning on the tiles

mind freed & untethered

by biological drainage & release

RAVENOUS GHOST

to shrink from the ache

of art & splendour
& analyse why you do too

is the work

of a ravenous ghost
glib & concorde high

CRY OUT WOLF

always i must be busy with anything

in the existential terror
& 10 AM nadir

of another weekday morning

or the nowhere hole
will eat me up 
like the boy

in the garden

alone & worrying

about when to cry out wolf

enter art !

that amateur hunting

of incomplete & fluid beasts

THO I UNDERSTAND RITUAL

its a wonderful world
sinful & selfless 

boring & beautiful 

we need binmen
utilities & art

shelter & tools

& tho i understand ritual

i dont see a need for kings

FRAG 21

its a dead world

   or it feels like it . . .

. . . feels like it will be

a world on pause

   so it seems - 

      waiting

or its a pregnant world :

   natures delirious & rife

mushrooms 

   always telling

      the trees what to do

outside our human 

   drek & bomb art

THREE HAIKU POPLINGS

the burning men

passed out waiting on the rain

say their robert paulsons

~

tv eats the time

the garden gives you back

patio & coffee


~


trying to art is all

pennies on the railway track

misfires of the soul

GOD POP, AN UNPRAYER

our
father
does
'art'
in
heaven

hollow be thy name

some things get done

on earth & in Devon . . .

~

hit refresh

    refresh

    refresh

    pause & play 

    pause & play 

    & 

watch your buffer circle spin

play Earth* / dont watch Seven

hollow be thy name

photo by Diana Vargas on Unsplash

*Earth 2, Special Low Frequency Version, Sub Pop Records 1993

PILL BOX POP No89

 

if you just love yourself first

it all

seems like ordinary cake

 

even

art

adventure

treasure

theirs is a party without perspective 

hold tight, my uncurious darlings

now is composed of beautiful chaos

& flying shits

 

I DONT MEAN JOGGING

the way it was
was
i always saw running
as
parallel
to
art
&
life
&
any manifestation 
or kipple delay

& i dont mean jogging
& i dont mean marathons

but hiding headfirst
out
on
the borders
or
deep
in
the barrier foundation array

i mean
bedroom bohemia
future be damned
&
after midnight

keeping the AM a fiction

from newstalk.com

ARSE IS AN ARSE, THE STORY OF A FOOLS CLEANLINESS

for 
an 
unprecedented 
twenty minutes
my own bodys
necessary deposits
heavily disgusted me

& i wanted to

never
never
ever

have to go & shit again 

~

this strange urge 

for 
such 
unattainable cleanliness

scared away
my 
animal embrace 

~

i withheld in denial

being Art

in my stillness
&
assumed dignity

portals briefly 
forced inactive

~

but
i was so much stranger then

&
i am emptier than that now

from pinterest.com

AUTUMN ANATOMY - GUTTER CLOTS OF NEVERMIND

its static fire
&
earth-tone rainbow

its crisp orange
&
ruby picasso

form 
gutter clots
of nevermind

~

its impossible yellows
have
a
sternness to throw away

&
its valuable contacts
are a basic concern

~

fresh
flesh
dew 
embalmed

form
gutter clots 
of nevermind

decorating 
in cocky blank statement

~

its art - earth installed

&
it covers the plastic litter

uv'd as brittle 
as carehome bones

with
gutter clots
of nevermind

STD ARE WE

we
are
an
std
in polyester & blinkers...

he cries from his soapbox
mad beard
a sail
in 
the 
high street exhaust wind

& we map out our 
failed potential...

he cries
one watery eye
always
running
milk

theres art 
lost 
in the salt mines...

he cries
arms in heaven
no socks
in his
nowhere shoes
loose laces 
grass snakes 
in the gravel

&
the
rubbish mountain
hidden
inside
the sea...

he laughs 
like freedom 
on the barricades
warm special brew 
& 
overdue catch 22
in
his
thin blue 
corner shop
carrier bag

limo on call
interview at 1

computer

he cries

end program

from thebusinessinsider.com.au

THOUGHTS AFTER READING

1. FIVE SECONDS


our

undrilled

heads

sealed six times

always five seconds away

from 
death or fortune 
or nothing

are wet inside

grasping
and

undergrown




2. BOWIE


what

you

all

call

Art

i say

is the Result of Itself

and

only

bowie himself

is

allowed

to

challenge that

painting by bowie from demilked.com

THE COST OF EXPRESSION IS INCALCULABLE

i hear
a lot
about
people
saying
to
artists

is your art free ?

when dude think about it
its not even free to DO

~

stones leak
blood tears
mix with
cold sweats
warm salt

they run together 
like rust in rain
make a pattern 
like the mekong delta

on
my
fourteen acres 
of 
tsunami debris

rolled up and forced
into 
faulty thin skin -

       pretends to be 
        Lizard  Tough

     in a pigs ear !

and
a
never-white-again
supermarket vest

pic from ethos3.com

THE ONLY SECRET IS ATTACK

imagine a rage

a rage hot enough
to
terraform
the
artless
tv screen

and
to
melt apart and reform

all the idiot instruments of man

imagine

imagine it 

the only secret
is attack

from businessinsider.com

FRIDAY POPS

ART IN LEATHER BOOTS

monsters rule the earth

science goes underground

we are superseding the insects
our brains blocked with plaque

and our dreams and hopes are embarrassed now
in
the 
loaming
fields
of 
stone

art pulls on its boots
and walks on down the hall

looking for the library
and the weapons there


BOMBS

what was there
is not there now

thus spake bombs


SCREENBURN GHOSTS

whenever i close my eyes
you ghosts drift curious
into the doorway

youre ghosts of my memory
not ghosts of the grave
tho
you
mingle
with 
the grandparents 
and 
the assassinated miscellany 

you are the shadow of all our youth
on my eyelids

a soft screenburn haunting
wondering where i am now
and
friendly


CANDLE

candle burning
at both ends

till there is no wax left

and soon no wick

then briefly
i am

entirely

only

an orphan fire


STRANGE DAYS

so one strange day i woke
a member of the

  world of adults

tho i knew i was once a child
and why some things make more sense now

its
nothing
i
had
questions
about
back when i was small

a plastic mouse 
in my 
school trouser pocket

pic from bluemaize.net

LIFE IS

BREAK FREE

TROUSER METAPHOR POP

i have found the trousers
of
my
sickness
and
they
walk me unemployed
among
the
accidental
art
of
councils

 

 from phillipwolmuth.photoshelter.com

 

DARK WAS THE NIGHT, COLD WAS THE GROUND

so far
even
the 
greatest artistic triumphs
have
merely
been
on
earth

except for Voyagers Golden Disc 

 from science.howstuffworks.com