ON WONDERING WHERE THE GOALPOSTS EVEN ARE

it is 

hard to
carry on
with this writing game
when i could fall face down 

all over the floor instead

& cling to the edges of the rug
swamped by the useless raving

of all the trying things

& the iron & blue & dusty jewel

that is our constant moon 

is gradually backing away

& i cant blame them

~

& on the tightrope

over the panic net 

i am trying not to happen at all

& trying to be like bracken or moss

like deadfall or a railway sleeper

but i do get up again

for my meatsock needs

 

& i see a bird in the garden
all the colours of oil

& i get on with it again

with writing this down

WORLD POPS

OLD NEWS

we are not 
the good guys
anymore

all white hats are dark 
with 
terrible and complicit 
grime



FILL IN THE BLANK

trained and tamed
scared
so blame . . . [place country
                      ethnic minority
                      economic class or bloc
                      political party
                      fictitious social group
                here
                depending on decade]



ANALYSIS

we
are
consuming units
in a wifi cage
fed
to
diabetes and gastric emergency
on
cookiecutter movies
and
the
newspeak papers



HOSTAGES

in all honesty
best
tick

stockholm syndrome

in
the 
voting booth

from cartoonmovement.com

NIGHT POPS

1.

theres an agreement
at
night

that we all stretch out somewhere

for hours

and 
let
our minds go somewhere crazy

into 
some 
mad 
soup


2.

awake at night 
i feel like i am cheating

and
worry
i
might
see something

i am not meant to

and 
have 
no 
mad dream-soup to blame