AS I WAS OPEN TO ADVICE & IDEAS

i was reading the posts
from a poetry account
& one said

'dont make yourself the hero of your poems'

& i laughed so loud
all the birds took flight
from off the telegraph wires

then the police came for me
but i hid
& fought them after dark

A PARKSIDE FRAGPOP

the wind

wild with room

madly shakes 

the antenna trees

& out the sun slides

in a hiatus of birds

gifting dull shadows

pop art clarity again 

~

perennial memories include -

c&a ski jackets

&

a homemade bow

clouds like chefs hats

in

the stoned dome of sky 

A PERFECT PENCIL

let them have their prams
their toys / their politics

let them cosplay leader
in the swollen twilight

their fingers on the banks
& the button for the bombs

ive given up on the bastards
more times . . . i lost count

i only need
a perfect pencil

& enough quiet
to write a true sentence down

in this hard won bubble
of love & lunch & lexapro

baby birds learning at the feeder
cats making loaves on the lawn

GARDEN HOGAKU

time is measured in pets
&
tower fans
&
discount thermals
&
lengthening children

& in the stolen propagule
thats a fir tree now

& theres a strange cat up there
in a nest of dead needles

waiting on birds
& dreaming

THE KETTLE & THE GARDEN CHAIR

think it
fart it

get it down

autoflo

leaving
the
head
out
of
it

one filed report

worth two 

in the draft

& if it all sucks

call it gravity

& move past it

to the kettle

& garden chair

autoflo

tree awning

& hysterical birds

the bugs on table patrol

VAN MANS VAN DOOR SLAM

the morning is quiet
but for the mad birds
meat techno

the cars make their noises

in the crater 

in the road

& the van mans 

van door slam

triggers 

anxious

dogs

IN THE AIR WITH BIRDS

plan your stopgap roads 

if you must
plan your flagship railways
if you must

& when you dig up 

the history secrets
in the english silt
then cancel them - you must !

& invest in solar power dirigibles

slow travel

to counteract

the future shock

in the air
with birds

OFF-CUT DAWN POPS

 

again
birds yell-sing the new day in

horny bastards

they dont second guess this stuff


~

my head goes 

accelerator electric

in the hot water 

inspiration shower


~

dawn wears its golden codpiece

lighting up the houses down the hill

& still its yet not midnight

in  f a n t a s t i c  LA 

YOU CAN CHECK OUT ANY TIME YOU LIKE ...

 

the birds are shrill
&
the sunshine hurts

ive checked out
of the news dome

dodging the fear parade


warships off
regretful cornwalls sand

photo by Thomas Park on Unsplash

YOU REGULARS KNOW THIS / BONUS RHYME

birds chirp
in the red berry bush
dawn & 4 pm

you regulars know this

they chirp - fuck me
             eat this
             etc

~

no matter mind
who did or didnt
sign the
shortfall nuclear treaties
or
pressure pledge
to the climate commitments

~

the birds chirp
dawn & 4 pm
until i report otherwise
&
sit comfortably
if you can

till you cant anymore


~


theres only one end to this

said the mountains to the trees

the cutlery monkeys call for opiates

lets give them back to the sea

photo - Firmament No4 from the Dagenham Archive

FOUND LIST 3

 

space exploration (not me)

the glow ?

photo the birds
in the blue expanse powder

toy town & top hats

coffee run
coffee run

raw meat pie bomb

dawns silver blades

the orange is scarlet & white

short term silicone bath plug

mock normcore

photo Sky #112 from the Dagenham Archive

NATURE VS NATURE

birds pretty afternoon chatter
effervesces in the holly bush

my
migraine
hinterland
is
appalled

~

& todays submerged brainfudge mantra is -

ups / ibs
toilets meet the street*

*& repeat

from cleantechnica.com

THE TARGET & THE TARGET MISSED

writing
if it works out right

well
its like a mirror

a mirror with balls


~


i hear cars in the distance
&
i see the birds on the wing

i hear the diesel 
running the post van
& 
the day pigeons sing

im on the daybed
doing nothing -
my thing

A NIGHT POPLING

at night

fitful unsleep

& dreams are 
bad & fractured
but fleeting

like 
someone
left the horror channel on
no-budget flicks
ad heavy 
on mute


~


long
after
dawn

birds still bleat

their 
soft organic techno

from insider.com

SEPARATED MONSTERS

outside you know ?
& i look around
but theres nothing
is there ?

just me / you
& a bundle jag 
of bereaved thoughts
a black pack horse
of orphan obsessions

~

but
looking
again

mashed mind billowed & blown

i see the orchestrated grain
in the hip hop timbers
&
i see the tick tock flux
of the seasonal percussion

in this roofless storeroom
of all the lost & found

~

& feather balls fall . . .
but land !
landings old hat
they flew !

accelerator metabolisms
pecking up a two-step
breakfast buffet

round
me / us

the separated monsters . . .

~

separated monsters
with shoes off once a year
attempting membership
with moribund muscle memory
& 
the bleached shadow
of an 
ancient ancient ancient
forgotten
expired
loyalty
card

from pinterest.com

TV POPLING, BUBBLES

hes 
newly clean
clean & new

in the park the sun is out

for him

~

bubbles kids blew 
float assured
on city thermals 

& 
his face 
is open 

weathered like nature is weathered

~

this scene
calls for
viewers
silent applause
&
they
cross
their
fingers
for him

toes too
&
knock on wood

from quotesgram.com

THOUGHTS THAT LOOM BEFORE SLEEP

thoughts that loom before sleep
like open pages of a dropped book
like the start of the Wonder Years

That 
    Time 
        When -

~

fire marshal 
gone moody 

when i said
that he said 
one meter clearance was good

jack nicholsons
impossible grin

~

she said
stupid black man

i said
just stupid man
what? you never met 
a stupid white man ?

& she said 
yep ok yep

birds have no arms
this makes me look away

from sadanduseless.com

PICASA MADRIGALS, GARDEN POPS

BAD ORIGAMI CHRONICLES 1 - ANYONES GUESS

i am writing it

while i am writing it

after that

what ive done ?

anyones guess

bird song

&

wing beats

sound like

( i write )

sound like organic electronica

allowed of course

in my airspace

outdoors

TWO GARDEN POPS

GARDEN POP THE 1ST

the birds clacked and clicked

almost in remonstration
it seemed to me

and there was no wind

no wind at all

like all the kisses
had
gone
away



GARDEN POP THE 2ND

in my 
subjective opinion
life is a very
subjective experience

i announce 
unoriginally and uselessly

to
the
gardens
busy
dumb
fauna and flora

that struggles 
uncomplaining
unquestioning
every day
from
the
borders
heavy
bad clay

and it blooms

from marriedtothesea.com