CAGED BLUEBIRD TOO

look for the light

bukowski tells me

looming out the dark

its always there

~

people forget
its not all
beers & bars
with him

he had a caged bluebird too

AFTER READING IN THE BATH, POP 1

we draw our bars
write them

try to see out
imagine it

& draw
that too

BAD CLAY KNEADING

  
&
pain braced
brain space
has mass of a star

&
movie frags
loom like gospel
to poprock bars

&
doom dawn jags
hostel vogue 
to modal guitars

&
extinction chills
thrive unkilled
so far so far so far

~

i need
to knead

this bad clay
into
that 
old lego innocence

all the plastic day

SOME MORE MONDAY POPS

your
anecdotal
duff hand grenade
scrape

does not match

my 
napalm
nerve scorch


~


bars
are wooden

creak like boats
at sea

adventure
in both

rum in hand


~


i am adult

if the child 
who survives
pilot lights & afterburn

is adult


~


theres
an
out of tune piano
on dolphin avenue

binmen play it

one day
its gone


~


in 
a
supermarket tshirt
&
a primark hat

i present myself

to
bureaucracys
willful
blindspot


~


with 
age
comes
a
wisdom & maturity

a VIEW

that doesnt 
help anything


~


all roads
lead to
the stage

& then the loading zone

all the
world
is an 
island

in the sea

from elitereaders.com

PAINT ME A NICE TOMORROW

GONE FRIENDS

  gone friends
live
on
in
the dream time 
as 
long ago faces
haunting
long ago bars

  and
they swim up out of the fog
still
young
  as real as 
anything
on my tv - like a re-run
  ignorant 
of 
the 
long years
  its 
like 
they never been gone

  and all day 
i will wonder where they are
  and all day 
i will picture them knocking on my door
fat
with
a
shared past / forgiveness 
apologies / good news
and
dreams
of
me

from mediamolecule.com

THIS BROKE ME

i'd get royalgod-blasted like it was a political statement
a short drink in each hand
out 
somewhere 
awful 
with no character or vibe than i noticed
tho
everyone else seemed happy enough
and
this made them seem stupid to me
so
i'd
always have a bottle at home
to
sip
and
sup
and
hold
to the light with jesuswonder in my eyes
so fucking pleased
to
be
alone at last
and
i'd write accelerated whitefire down one eye shut
before
dawn
said DUDE!
and burst out all clean and bright and for someone else

now
the fire is a pilot light
at the top of my spine
and
dawn
just nods a knowing HELLO