SPIES

at night i stretch out

like a corpse on acid

in the great shadow blocks 

of an expressive & eclectic dark

waiting for dawn to arrive

pocket sized

yellow & blue

~

&

i am hiding with the spies

in the back streets of venice
& 

i am hiding with the spies
in the books i hear too

BIRDS & THE MOON

 

the moon is
a neurodivergent godlet

& they scoop the tides
in a regular rhythm

hanging there self evident

in the blue sky & the black

no matter the boot prints

we trod into their face

& i nod to them

& i salute them

like i do with

the yelling magpies

& the murdered pigeon

i buried in our gardens

burgeoning animal 

cemetery plot 

THE FIRDAY NIGHT BOOKSHOP OF THE MIND

in the friday night

bookshop of the mind

the oversoul
does a reading
just for me

when i am stretched out

debased on the sofas throw

~

& these poems
out the ether

well i can let them go

like throwing back a fish

my hands must remember

they dont need to always

stain the paper blue

ABOUT THE SKY #1

blue skies - a palette cleanse

in 

the 

chaos of context tombola

i stand under its painted dust

transfixed like a bug

& think & think

& stop that

& be

its a powerful balm

for the evident weight

of a thinking soul

GONE GREYSCALE & COOL

heavy loss when

the orange & saffron

electric blue

starburst sunset

streaking like a laser show

over six miles

of vanishing point

water & waves

is over

the candy floss clouds 

gone greyscale & cool

 

BREAKFAST BUFFET VOL4

 

my hearts beating in my face

i cant feel my edges anymore

thats the best lines from this weeks tv

then i get a code blue

thru on the receiver ham

its the river my friend its the river

challenging me

to match 

its changing pace & disguise

~

updates

john woo owns slo mo

& 

has custody

of kubricks 

irish doves

codeine linctus

is no good for a buzz

not really

no

the pm is the 

lowest meat content sausage 

available outside regulations

& 

a ponzi scheme of narcissism

crying 'alas, alas, alas...'

photograph - Between Tech & The Trees #18 courtesy of the Dagenham Archives

BROWN LAGOONS

  we sail on
     on brown lagoons

  bomb winds in
       the credit sale sails

  in this

     the bluest

     of the

     b l a c k
     h o u r s

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

SINCE THE VOICES I HEARD

my 
passenger seat 
blue moonface
dead gazes at
the time-slip ebay clocks 
ticking ticking ticking
relentless & showing

how
long
its
been
since the voices i heard
over my shoulder
when we were hanging
gaming & green blowing

were
meatworld
here

raw nerve slaying
burr edge dulling

our
bad run
warm rum 
delirium 
showing

from angelaggentile.com

COLD WAR TROUBLE DOCTOR

like a spy
i wonder
in the early mornings
parallel dilemma

why is ?
why is ?
& when ?

then i make coffee
& drink down
my human disguise

now
giant & hellbent & livid
i turn blue
&
file my report

a trouble doctor
in
this

a war so cold
its arson

from doctormacro.com

DRIED CREEPS

REPORTS

the
filed
reports
come in 
too frequently
these days

they have their own ideas now
and become directives

i am kept on my toes
unclogging
my
aging
filters

~

and my piss turned grey like slate
like paint water
or
rain running off wet clay

and i worry i may be full of
only red now

and cool veiny blue

~

and
away from the wasted gains
and
away from the gainers gaze 

i am pale and shaved
in the gardens green phantasm

nylon and glass
between its bark twists

an escapee washed up on fertile banks
with
disease
the
price
of
freedom

from gelifesciences.com

ITS TUESDAY (MORNINGS AND DREAMS)

MONDAY MORNING

monday morning always tastes of monday morning
when the bedside siren calls time on oblivion
and my dreams turn b&w in the neon smack of day
and struggling to understand i lock them away

and they wait 
on a crack 
in the light 

between responsibility and habit
to run their mad riot again


COFFEE AND JUICE

monday morning tastes like that metallic burr of strong medication
even
tho
we
are
off
and
laying in
with no vet panic or auto repair for a change

a subsonic bell rings a slice of loss 
without time to be noticed

before coffee
and juice
obscure with floods

animal sense and the residual derelict party of dreams


WEEKEND

mondays barcode is smudged

my mind bleeps NO like a posties machine
in consecutive failure to understand

after 
saturdays free tease

and 
sundays broadmoor 
    
    exercise yard
     
      blue 
      chug

from crowthorneheritage.co.uk

RIP FLY 2

dead
fly
by
the 
bog

still as a mortuary photo
or
crime scene file pic

black
shining silver
bottle green-blue

pretty 
in natures brutal 
easy-to-miss way
        
maybe 
he
escaped a UKIP house
to
die
on
the
floor
of 
my liberal fantasy

he would deserve 
some kind of toast
for
that

and this poem
will 
do

the adventures of mr fly from www.inspirefusion.com

POPTARDS / POPTARTS / JR WORD SLAGAMUFFINS ( NOTEBOOK CLEAR OUT )

1. NOT MY TURN TODAY

  like 
  me
the bath is 100% water
with
a
tower of bubble-head foam 
            empty
            and
            beautiful            
            whirling in a swirl-circle 
            the way the milky way does
and
the cat is calm 
           cool
           curious
watching with wide eyes
  and 
  the
jazz dances by itself
  out
  in
  the
  kitchen

and
today Everyone Else
can
fret stress worry
about
Our World Earth 
            
            its plastic 
                8th 
                continent
            its bombs-runners
                on the
                french 
                wire
              and 
            the 
  looming doom of weather

instead
of
me


2. POMETRY TALKING

i write a pome again

write
what
i
call
a
poem 

and it tells me
that
i
am
doing 
ok


3.  LOOK HARD FOR THE SILVER LINE

the first casualty of sickness
is
cash

others follow

but none better be your S.O.H.

cos really
nothing is funnier -

illness
is
a faulty meat pie


4. DAGENHAM RELIGION

headphones on -
a Pixies rallying call
and
the sky is HUGE again
        is more than god 
        is brushed with 
                   softest 
                   white
                   over
              baby blue

my hand rests on an opened book

out here 
        is a window
                   to behind Things
           
             invisible
             wind
             breaths
             on
             my
             naked
             feet

and i dont dance or even get up
but
soon
i
might walk slowly about the lawn
    
    with my 
    
            arms 
            out

            like a plane 

from drawception.com

WASHING HAIKU

LAST SUMMER TRIO

1.

birds bleep 
update alerts

sounds like that anyway
to
my
zoned-off
half-mind
on-the-nod
stretched 
out
on
the
patio
recliner
eyes shut and everything is blue


2.

uncooked oven fry

a single yellow chip
who tumbled
into accidental segregation

speaks
more
than
words
from the 
dusk light 
kitchen floor


3.

grateful for the garden

tucked pocket of english green

mad sprouts
and
knowing bark
is
fairy-tale impossible and mountain dignified
under
wi-fi 
skies

from smartrestaurants.co.uk

SKY AND CLOUDS

sky

shall i ask you again ?

is your untrue blue
all
you
have
after
all this time ?

and

you do realise its the clouds
that do all the work ? 

(without them you are teal A4)

anyway

thank you for the show

from johnsimpson.com