FESTIVAL SEASON #1

memory of a memorys son

& 

water from a rose bowl

well june lowered its humid rug

& 

the national express from victoria

shed steel & glass for tors

& 

beer on the breakfast wind

~

in an anorak ocean

i stood skewwhiff & jaggedy

dusk coming up from out the ground

hoping & fingers crossed & hoping

iggy would show & sing aisha 

just for me

BEERS IN THERE

you took down a curtain

you think you did it careful
you used it as blanket
for an armchair bed

you done worse

you egged the kitchen ceiling

you wake
its shit


~

other stay-over guests

tolerant / wary guests

climb on stools 

& chip dried egg 

from the ceiling

with wood spatulas 

you share a look

you cant help

its shit

& you know 

beers in there

DREAM FUDGE POP - THE STORE BAR

 

in 

waking 

retrospect

the bar looked like a department store

& that was fine

in that dream way

& the way dreams are

spirits & chicken & white goods
hazard stacked on the floor

lou reed lookalikes on the door

dressed transformer style

i thought

passable at least from afar

~

i am drinking again

but only dream-here

& only dreamed beer

no pain 

none

& none of the meatworlds whisky fear

~

& theres no screaming at all

when

the

bulls

pile

in

slo-mo funny 

passing on cherries but bagging fur

photo- Freedom Glares #2 from the Dagenham Archive

2020 VISION

2020 vision 
for the horrorshow

perspective
for tomorrows bad news morning

beer garden goat

understands

his

rope

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DISCARDED TOYS & OTHER POPLINGS

time

is

in

its hardest light

waiting on antibiotics

to

kick

their

damn

selves

in


~

mirth free laughter

a discarded toy

foreign policy . . .

i got the 

downstream
creek bed
lost body blues

~

the years pass fast

shrink like violets

but the mornings -

long

slow

silt-fat dredge

to

the

luncheon

shore

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NIGHT SHIFT POP

i 
was
a
white night shadow 
burning stubby blunts 
under the weak starshine

writing pops with a work pen
in a borrowed well stolen pad

waiting for the milk train
almost running just for me 

~

empty seats
trainers up
bag-warm beer

early mist 
a fantasy-scape
over
fishing lake mirrors
&
the
green green green
estuary
jungle

~

my reflection
is like
by an
impressionist
&
i brace for it
brace for dawns 
brotherhood to fade

hoping sleep will take me
before
noon
in the crashbang of day

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NEW WORLD ORDER

these days

these days

theres more helicopters

isnt there

isnt there ? 

overhead !

these days ?

~

naked in the day
cloaked after dusk

new world order . . .

leadership bids now 
just venice preserved
&
recommended office dogs

~

i take off my shirt
i flex unloaded guns

looking like a 
Football Beer Man
proud in his bbq yard

its
edge-of-the-seat stuff

& 
i hope 
it keeps
me off 
their radar

for a long long now

~

nothing to see here

no watchdog funding phooey

im just a little train
quaint & harmless 
crawling up 
the pyrenees

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THOUGHTS THAT LOOM BEFORE SLEEP 2

thoughts that loom before sleep
like unflushed floaters

That 
    Time 
        When . . .

~

boss wanted
a five minute chat
at five minutes
to clock out

cliche oppression

but i had to go buy a kitchen

~

burnt out dirt bike
on the cement apron
that sloped off
into the brown lap thames

we used to light fires
at night with beers

all flooded now
for the new port

how many more shits
will i have to do ?

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CAN OF HEINEKEN INK

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MONDAY POPPADOMS

ELECTIONS AS A QUIZ
WAR AS A HEIST

time was i used to laugh
at
bush jr
at his cia daddy
at
that
whole skullfaced crowd
stinking it up
and
the
drinks
came
fast
back then
tripping
on
their own cool heels
and
i
sat
bug eyed mad and drunk
hooked into rolling news

i can hardly laugh now
only manage some kind of bark
like
my
throats
dried
up
cos its dawn again
and i see 
a firing squad
lining up
in the rags of mist

maybe
its
cos
of
age exhaustion and awful awareness

or
the snowflake compassion
thats expanding 
in my soft cabbage mind

and i wonder now
now i'm shy of headlines 
if
rolling
booze
is
the
only
sane
reaction
when your leaders are certifiable
or
worse

seem to work
for the
russians



COFFEE POP

he said 
he would come for a coffee at noon

so he came for a coffee 
at half past noon

and
we
sat
under
one
single
50 mile
contrail
like a chalk line
on
a
blackboard
we
had
sat in front of
struggling to learn french

50 thousand
years
ago


BEACH PAST POP

sat out in the low spring sun
in its low wattage
and residual chill
i 
am 
reminded
of being a kid
on englands windy beaches
forcing fun 
out the rockpools
and sand

searching for enid blyton caves

and waiting on the lunch rolls
the ice cream run
the seaside lights at night
and
a
pub
garden
with its mysterious free smell
of 
beer

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POOL HALL SUNDAYS

sunday afternoon innit
a hungover nowhere
mind in the biscuit tin

drive down southend pool hall
sky grey as carpark cement

conversations a heavy cloud
that wont rain will it

dust floats in pool halls green gloom
there is no time
down backstairs a nightclub waits for dark 
( or a darkclub
  waits for night )

soft drinks and cigarettes innit
i am in a reformed bubble
feel like spam dont i

last nights dried onto my jeans
last nights memories are grainy 
theyre a bad fit

( i remember - 
  childhood beach days 
  kodachrome colours
  wet tiles on toilet floor
  abrasive sand in short socks
  that sharp band of stones before the surf
  a fish and chip restaurant after 
  near a wall falling down ) 

hit the balls with the stick
tie crisp bags into bows
dont ever win do i

later fish and chips takeout
whisky and beer
sit in 
tv on innit
the words rain
its all softer now
dusk allows a vibe dont it
getting fucked up early doors

tomorrow is monday you see
and we have to pretend dont we
to give the week a chance

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FESTIVAL POP

ANIMALS RULE

        
us -      cutlery monkeys 
          online in order
        
          ibombing
          & 
          beer drinking
          in 
          the 
          sick tease of the weekend

animals - just 
          LIVING
          in    
          a blameless 
          riot of murder 

    no 
spring 
fashion essentials 
needed

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SPORTS ARE GREEN (IF ROLLERBALL WAS REAL I'D FOLLOW IT)

saturday football in the pub

id go for the drinks
and
sink
into
a
dark bubble

i never Got It back then
all
the
Go Reds & Go Blues

and
i
got
no
laughs saying

  if only theyd work TOGETHER
  theyd score more goals that way

but
it
WAS
green

like the snooker
id
watch
and

  d r i f t

the next day

taming my hangover with
bottled
beer
and
green
weed

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(AMONG OTHER THINGS) COLLEGE WAS 2

college 
was
the smell of last nights raining fields
caught 
in 
my coats cheap weave
on 
the 
bird-chatter morning bus 
of 
strange and changeable teen divisions
my
boots always damp 
from 
dawn dew
and 
spilled beer

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THE SOFT MACHINES INFINITE DINNER

gin or whisky
beer or wine

fresh air and kale
green tea 
and 
100 
cigarettes

twiglet sandwiches
or
lard cake

its
all
from
the
same
buffet

bad fuel
or
good fuel
we
wrap
ourselves
around 
it
like
sausage
skins

we all only got what our gut has got
allergies
leaks
and
earthquake
rumble-gurgles
as
it
all
turns
to
shit inside

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GEEZERS - ON THEIR KNEES

tracksuit kid-dad holds energy fizz 
in sovereign ring and superking fist
his
body 
says yes 
says no 
says maccy d bfast
says xbox
says
whichever lady newsreader he saw last 
on her knees
says 
lottery win / a rollover
says
flash crisp fifties in the local
barmaid on her knees
says
the only spice girl he can remember 
on her knees
got 

a baby seat strapped by plywood subwoofers
beer mat in the windscreen
and
a
repainted badge he scratched the colour out
on his knees

ex-forces day labourer
back trouble dad
picks 
him 
up 
for 
pool

sucking special brew after sign on
body 
says yes 
says no 
says want some ?
says lend me twenty notes
says want work want respect want to moan and moan 
says 
cuppa 
says 
bacon buttie
says 
your mother boy
should have been on her knees 
says yes 
says no
says the man
has 
got 
me
on my knees

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