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Friday, 20 March 2026

EVEN A FREAKING CAULDRON




i worked at the hospital
with dumb white dough men 
proud to never ever go 
into their own home kitchen
& if they knew the missus
would be out at bingo
theyd have their chicken dinner 
in the canteen here
& theyd act all smug about it 
like theyre goddamn winners

now i see t
he kitchen as where 
its socially acceptable  
to play with big steel knives
in a frenzy of flesh & fire
necking cooking booze
among the blood & bones
with power ballads on the radio
& even a freaking cauldron










Friday, 13 October 2017

HOME TOWN POPS



1. SEA CHEST

gran had her ghost story

her apparition
at the end of the bed

a woman
hovering
on
grandpas sea chest

she
only
aired
it
once or twice

and i was sceptical
cos me id talk about it all the time

and anyway 
i was more interested
in the sea chest

in my childs mind
there was d day in there
dunkirk
u boats
sharks off the n african coast

and a liberated pistol
i could smuggle home




2. SMALL TOWN

small town
shut cinema
was pool
is now bingo

evacuated farm buildings
sit in the scraps

the waterworks so thoroughly vandalised
they
shut
them
down

conrad lived here for 20 minutes
pepys hung out in the worlds end
revolting peasants
lit the marsh beacons

the queen mother
came to visit all the oil
shook my pas hand

and the school fire
well the police asked me about that
art class 1985
when i was drawing a man
with flames for a beard

still theres forest

silent woods
rolling uphill

you could be an animal there

and if you squint
from up top
you can see
londons jigsaw skyline

like a grey 
5B smudge

pocked with fragmented pencil lead



3. CATS

we saw five cats
just out walking 
round the crescent
under a 5pm drama sky

we said hi to one
rubbed his neck
he sat on the kerbstone
where old uncle bulgaria 
used to potter
in his steptoe yard

one was in a bungalow window
next door to where 
that tv lady grew up
she added a 'van' to her common name
and 
left 
for the green rooms 
and the silver lights

he watched us like a border guard

one played in a cardboard mountain
left over from flatpacks
piled out by the wheelie bins

one was spread out on front garden cement
like he fell out the sky
landed by plants looked like froth
and a window dog
behind him 
was barking in double glazed silence

another one strolled by
like some victorian 
perambulating 
taking the air
before aperitifs

and
back home
theres ours

still on the same pillow
no intention of moving
till
his
food and shit and shot 8.30 pm

and i thought 
where were the people
in this fuckburg town?

can hear them plenty enough at night 
thats for sure

sounds like the monaco F1
or the isle of wight TT
sometimes

its oxford freaking circus out there
when 
we
are 
not looking




Image result for ww2 german pistol

SOE pistol, welrod, from ww2nation.com


Monday, 7 December 2015

CAFE AND NEWSPAPERS



1.

newspapers
bingo distract and fear control 
  a sleeping mass
  of unused might
  that
  could 
  be Heroes

  if
  informed and taught 


2.

  the tesco cafe
is 
full 
of
unplucked
sketch show characters
  
they
  rot inside invisible
  like
  angels - gin soaked / useless and forgotten
  on
  a 
  Bowery stoop


3.

  i always look at the empty cafe tables
for
abandoned
newspapers
  tho the twists and lies
  will give me hives
  and
settle
a
black despondancy 
and
blue hopelessness
over
the
day

 from ebay.co.uk