DREAMING WITH STEPHEN & JOHN

they flee from the city
with feet lit crimson
& headlights in their hands

& happy clouds will love you
& the storm clouds match your gloom

& the stark scaffold of nude timbers
where words dwell with their ink 

welcome you in quiet moderation

then spurned

with no why 

they chase you 

thru the mist

to the beach at the end of the world
& you lunge
at a loss
into the weak grey surf

& you land home
to the windows & the colour
& what 

you say 

in the 

stephen king & john carpenter 

was that ?

PM ZONE OUT VIDDY

men like grandad
die in the blood on the beach
in olive drab nascent denim

~

its odd what tv

we watch to relax

he thought

a reconstructed war

his pm zone-out viddy

ANCIENT OAKUM

its
all
like
dried up glue

stringy & ugly
& something to pick at

ancient oakum come loose

& on the way 

to the kitchenette bin

in the peach colour prefab

then landfill

or a south pacific beach

where the turtles

cosplay westerners

but never for long

AS A LEARNING RESOURCE

how he spoke 

was like the words
were behind him

like a motorway truck

laying a line 

of traffic cones

this was prose 

in the print queue 

& no torpedo polemic

& it dovetailed

into the subject - 
an old war diary

its urgency logged long ago

on the boats & beachheads

& in the elephant grass  

& scanned now

for download

as a learning resource

BINMEN MY BINMEN

steel shrieks in the sub dawn

hi vis trash fairies 
purge the plastic proof

of our consumer guilt

consumer guilt paused 

like smoke in a photo

of

a

parisian balcony night

~

sometimes i wave to them
if i am up & backlit
in the front window

but i am too old for that

& it dilutes the magic

like a trumpet

in the trees

~


i feel
a tangible absence / a lightness
tugging the empty bins back in

consumer guilt . . . gone ?

no - taken

to foreign beaches 

for brassic foraging 

a plastic bird in the hand

worth two in the toxic bush

AUTUMN ON THE NEXT PAGE 1

i want it
always spring

warm & new
winter
unglued

i want my
flip flops
flip flapping
in
a
light fun tumble
of
inconsequential rain

with autumn on the next page

&
a 
mindfulness
that cannot
turn blue

by forbesoste from youtube.com

UNTIL THE HOURGLASS IS FLIPPED AGAIN

and
all
the
bad things
i taught myself

and
all
the
flat things
i said

are sand now
gone thru
the glasses neck

for the tide
to collect as is

~

( or leave behind

  to remind

  and season

  on this strange winter beach )

from wallpapers-xs.blogspot.com

DEAD MANS TWEETS