FRAG 33

& anyway when the music comes on
the tub thumpers & a chord change
then i know my heart beats too

& i write a something
an effort anything
a deliberate nothing

for therapy & purpose
& the corduroy blues

STUFF I HEAR NO 8

gardener chips chopped deadfall
into the strimmed grass piles

down there up the road

& 

the fridge plays
call & response 

talking-blues style

with the plumbings
slo-mo hesitant hums

2018 OFFCUT POPS 3

NO CHOICES

hes gone

where they all go

when they go

see you there

why not
    why not 
        why not ?



SMELLS ME DIESEL

the
cat
manages to make
a
noise just like
hydraulic brakes

& my memory
smells me diesel
in overseas snow

till he farts
like an arsehole

blocked drain now
after heavy rain

& pa gets out
the dyno rods again



ENGLISH CAFE BLUES

in
the
cafe

queues
just
me

its english theyre speaking
but its not english i hear

he NEEDS coffee
they say
they laugh

i am a thousand miles away

my mind made
of cushions

& unable to explain

~

i sit-

well its a controlled collapse

& the view is exactly arse height 

&
i
wonder
what
regular secrets
all those under-grundies
have
seen

its a grundy parade
by the calendar stand

& i write it down

now this english im writing
is english i understand

a grundy parade
& mr calendar man

it makes sense on paper
if anywhere can

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