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

DESPERATE GEORGE

george is desperate
nuclear bomb new york desperate

he was in turkey five minutes ago
& asked about coffee he says

'i popped some stay-awakes on the plane'

hes wearing khakis with dress shoes -
the russian enjoyed pointing that out


~


george is desperate
hotel room egg squishing desperate

'still warm' he says

& in a desperate radio order
to NEST & FBI & NYPD & nicole

he says 

'stop anyone north of 55th with a backpack'

oh desperate desperate george

THE PRESIDENT WAS A STAND-IN, A MOVIE POP

 

'its amazing' 

he whispers

at a european wall

hes a tourist

a camcorder trope

florida shorts / wide eyes 

~

& the turncoat agent

& the snipers curtain

& the podium explosion

he filmed it all

bewildered / lucky / scripted

big on awe & conscience 

bomb orphan in his american arms

photo - Looking Back from the Dagenham Archive

ALLOCATED SPACES

in the mornings
solid silent 
thirsty salt flats
before
the
first
fuckery bombs fall

we 
dredge & drag
for 
some excuse 
of

m e a n i n g

from where
gods evolution comptroller

lopped
off
our
animal
balls

~

we make up a ritual
blow smoke on it

in the Allocated Areas

hand in hand
&
hand in paw

acquiescent 
beyond
the
pale

fermenting & compressing
a
stress
shine
diamond

hard payment
for
imposed
hologram
transgression

from animalia-life.club

ITS ONLY NATURAL

us-
tempted
seduced
blindly reassured

to imagine-see fates glove
reach  hold  control

the freestyle hiccup
happenstance hazards

~

us-
squint-glance in the rear view
see
dangerous
hard shoulder
manoeuvers

assign purpose assign blame
mammal pulse cooled 
by lizard brain

if our road ahead
maintains
familiar
expectation

~

only natural
to seek reason
as shelter 
from the storm

cos who will fight thunder ?

narrow application
shows busted logic

leaves bomb children
finished
early and reasonless
in the 
robot rain

pic from dronelife.com

WILD THINGS

theres
a warm space in springs winter chill
and
1000
memories
of Spa towns and South Western trains
and
stale sweat bars
with
cooked ceilings
deep
in
some central London netherworld
charge
me
down
like a herd of wild things

its like someone opened a cheap can of summer
and 
it
bombs the estates
with
a
rush of hot wind
before
a
frost
at
dusk
ruins the early buds
and
1000 more memories ride the empty chill

memories
of 
Greenwich and Bank
of
open
fire
pubs
in some central London netherworld
charge 
me
down
like
wild things
again

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