HOSPITAL TEA BREAK POP #3

home made
bacon muffins

nuked midmorning
in the office microwave

the lemony steam
a damp paper towel

brown sauce surfing
on the melting gold

& nurses comment incredulous
hungry & jealous & smoking

superkings out the fire door

on a monday morning in may

RAW LIKE BACON

i
bathed
in
the triumph
of a cat

exfoliated with sand from the sky

& raw like bacon like headlines
i took to the sleeping bed

& failed there
with
mountain tension

missing the streams of leigh 

SEASONAL OLFACTION EVOCATION

out 

of 

the
springwinters
struggling egg
comes muggy june

& 

again my nose tells 

my brain all about

the sigh of morning weed
on the bacon roll breeze

& the pagan steampunk

costume raffle
of a barter town night

ENAMEL CAMPING MUG

it was muggy 

& smelt of gutter nettles
the air heavy 

with empty threats 

of a storm that wouldnt come
like fists in your face 

after last orders
the accompanying feet 

not able to ground a hook
& i am reminded 

of all the festivals long ago
the slippery bacon 

in processed rolls
after a morning zoot 

as a mild primer
& night-chilled white pinot 

in an enamel camping mug
infinite techno 

in the head shop haze
& a rock tune-up 

somewhere over a dusty low rise
but this was 

homebase carpark
streatery food truck 

firing up for lunch

4 POEMS GETTING SHORTER

1. BIG BANG POP

the big bang ?
well i never heard it

but i dont even know
how big a photograph is
anymore



2. FOOD POP

my pain
flares up
in the shape of bones

& still i smile at bacon



3. MALL POP

theyll find you

itll be clabby

in the xmas hallelujah dusk



4. FREEDOM

freedom

burns

BREKFAST BUFFET VOL3

 

the thrones empty

soon as my arse hits it

achievement owns 

the comedown void

success is blunt

i assume

~

chemical imbalance

melatonin dropoff

unsleep unhacked

holographic bacon

toast on the side 

~

we gurn

between the tech & the trees 

& the deep plastic of seas

& the long flat rolling hilltop land

of

dumb

animals 

& our ancestors stone

~

the mood is always uncertain

& the moon terribly strong

i am channelling 

i am auto diary

its not me

i am not here

this isnt happening

How to Disappear Completely 

is a beautiful song

photograph - Existence Confirmation Via Shadow Record courtesy of the Dagenham Archives

ROUND THE SUN AGAIN

the crossroads is closed

i sit there

seems like forever

~

an air horn 

& 

a flashbang

announce
that 

we 

swung round the sun again

~

i attempt sleep 

but messages arrive 

messages from the past

they cling to their own meaning

& their own memories

~

waters rising 

grounds sinking

jakarta went to borneo

~

i whip my failing bacon

lest it diffuse into theory 

& those old photos
they caught the child

still there
inside my tree growth rings

DREAMS & OTHER SKETCH POPS

he

dreamt

he

was

so poor

the only place to shit

was inside a fart

~

it

is

a

strange relief

to live with dread

when dread comes to town

hailing a ghetto cab
care home in its wake


~

he dreamt he

curled around

a hand grenade

&

burnt

his

inside bacon

crispy black

baked beans boiling
inside his brain pan


~


&
the things we made
they leave their stains

& 
the trees

welcoming & indifferent

well they die standing

passive aggressive 
with
an 
embarrassing multitude 
of 
essential uses

from cutthewheat.com

SOFT OFFICE MUSING

NAVY BACON

middle aged man

bits like bacon

his attempted epics
an
obsolete navy
in
the
bottomest of g-plan drawers

chain of command
in the 
gunwale
gutters



YELLOW CV

on a yellow post-it
he writes

cv
unkilled 
innocent 
culpable

he knows
its destined for landfill

so he adds that too

destined for landfill

& throws it
where 
the worn socks
go

blood gone under
the
troubled bridge



PLASTIC ZEN

his unapologetic pragmatism
comes
out
like a drywipe whiteboard smear

Plastic Zen ! 

he cries
refusing to define it
for reasons
he refuses to give

strange bedfellows
strange case

he lays down
bridge over
troubled blood



SOFT OFFICE

inside
the
soft office of bad naps
he
rhetorically semaphores
ambiguous questions 

with
the
delicious

admiralty grey

jersey sheets

the press
&
the public
imaginary resentful

from anbg.gov.au

CAFE MADRIGAL 3 - VALIDATION RUSH

and if this place
doesnt feel real

it may be cos its not

like the singer said -

'i am on the moon
 but more so'

~

and i listen
and i try to follow

what
the
people
say

what 
these
mutants 
bark

spayed sanctuary un-wolves
too blinkered 
to see the moon

~

but its all said so quick
all some open sluice rush
( filters long time binned )

just to get it said it seems
( tick that box )
and a need to hear agreement

essential morning validation
over bacon
in the breakfast cafe

~

it
clears
their
day

( i am supposing )

to fish for more 
building resentment

they can escalate

with 
  unconscious 
    silent 
      internal 
        repetition
  unconscious
    silent
      internal
        repetition

during the tv night

ready to blast again
at
the
next
days
yes-man breakfast

from tripadviser.co.uk

BEES

A MONDAY TWOFER

1. CARBON CHESS MOVES

2. A BOOZE POP

GLASS / CORNERSHOP

1. GLASS/DAWNS FUCKED CARPET

2. CORNERSHOP