COLOUR FLUSHED AWAY

the

toilet
looks
like
something giger drew

in a doodle margin

when
youre
on
the

bathroom
floor
with the ceramic in your face

& 

the air is all hazy grey

FRAGPOP DUMP

#113

madness is

that breeze
on your face

open bathroom window 2.30 AM

dissolution
coming out the grout


#109

pale organs
ride the day cart

to ebony dusk
& its ivory lights


#101

when you have finished
with your assumptions

let me tell you
i was once
almost
a real boy

THEN CARLOS RAN

one shot 

& the tokarev 

jammed up after

& that one bullet 

bounced off

the philtrum

of the man 
in the bath

bounced !

& then carlos ran

from a bathroom

& into history

AIR FRESHENER

this air freshener
is like i would be
if i was an air freshener

the unnecessary bulk
the strange nozzle

& a spray that dribbles
weak & scentless
into blots
shaped like africa
drying fast
on the cool bathroom floor

from cordis.europa.eu

HYPER REALITY & OTHER POPLINGS

into

the

hyper reality

of

flu stuffed ears

the bathroom echoes

horror film sinister

with

fever

dream

hints

on the fisheye periphery

~

ever

got

exactly what you wanted

& 
found it

sad as a sandwich crust

on

top

a

rainblown

highstreet

waste

bin

moist in a fag butt puddle 
ham fat skein by its side 

~

we are mammals

fucking oblivious 
by the interspace highway

hitching for a strange delusion

south or north
or

up or down

thumb stuck up
for sucking

from amazon.com

THAT WAS YOUTH MY FRIEND

remember
being
super stoned
&
it making your feet

 so very
  incredibly
   outrageously
    comfortable ?

    tucked in under roiled sheets
    slid into shop-fresh socks

~

well that was youth my friend

its medicine now
for the pain & the weirdness
for its own freehold paranoia

say hello to fear 
in the bathrooms
hasty home clinic

held still by worrys
own slick clammy paw

from wikihow.com

PICASA MADRIGALS - HEY ! EVERYDAY ?

BATHROOM MOTH OH BATHROOM MOTH

DREAMS UNRAVEL LIKE A GIFT WRAP RIBBON

hiccupping
mindscape
floods & pools
with the
swampstink
aftermath 
of nighttimes
unconscious
hallucinations

topography
dries under
morning
bathroom
light bulbs
and the mirrors
blank confirmation

leaves
residue
like plaque
like limescale

like the dried on dirt
of detergent ads

white matter orphans
left thirsty
in
areas
too
dangerous
to
bleach

from wholesaledomestic.com

I HAD ABBA LODGED IN MY HEAD

post a poem here

prompted
the
rolling
social
newsfeed
patchwork

i wrote-

'theres
 phosphorescence
 in the
 indiglo
 of
 new
 blue dreams'

i wrote it
in my brain pan
in the morning bathroom

i was
subliming my ablutions
with
abba lodged
in my frontals

and
i
think
its
about
the
night
sky

stars

and
maybe
double 
denim

from www.vintage.es

NUMBER 17

the house i was born in
i still dream about
adding
secret
rooms

  All Mine

behind bead curtains

  for
  some
  reason
i cant remember the bathroom 
but
the glass door in the hall
at
the
foot
of
the
stairs
that
i DO remember
  no one else 
  remembers at all

i stop by there sometimes
and
look in the back gate
listening
for
an
echo
of
the brown sofa
or
the cabinet under the tv
where 
my 
pens and fuzzy felt
lived

from rightmove.co.uk

OFFCUT POPS

1.

the sci-fi noise
in the space-age bathroom
is
only
my
ancient
guts


2.

the blinds are open
so i write quickly
as
soon
it
will
suddenly
be
dark


3.

  without 
  drugs
i became horribly aware
of the PHYSICAL FACT
of
the
earths-solid-girth
  pressing 
  upwards 
  against my boots


4.

  no 
  matter 
where the Grim Fuckers
washed up in adulthood
as
children
they
all
painted
autumn
scenes

from kidactivities.net

3 AM BATHROOM

poems
seem
the
farthest from my mind 
today

their
easy
dance
difficult now

but
still
this
one
threw shapes at me 
in
the 
3 AM 
bathroom

from itv.com