TRIUMPH GAS TANK

the universe reaches

from inside of you
to wherever forever

& i would kick myself

if my time tickered out

before its secrets were out

& it built a bonfire of paradigms

& steve mcqueen returned to light it

like he returned

with free razors & bulk soap

to

his

old

kids home

one red shirt collar tip

pocking out

a mustard sweaters crew neck

beat up triumph gas tank 

between his denim legs

hollywood in his hip pocket

TONIGHT & EVERYNIGHT

& then -

my dirty washing written down -

some block or fissure
must be on the mend
&
my soft bridge strengthened

for shelter travel & trade

at least 

thats the intent

~

& you know

if this was paper

it would be bonfire night

tonight & everynight

photo - Does Fire No 8 from the Dagenham Archive

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

HEY !

  hey gone friends -
wine fields 
dry thatch 
left behind
  for 
  new indie youth and goth mp3s
  hippying off the concrete grid
  to
  their VU rediscovery -
    now
    OUR
    growed-up collar has bunkered / buckled under disease . . .
remember
when 
the  
  dealers phone box was a derelict pagoda ?
remember
the
  morning meat bus and puked-on suede
  that 
  stank
  out the hangover beans in KFC ?
and 
all
the backpacks of stolen government hemp
  stashed fruitless in backroom lockers
  when
  the
  mall was our day-place of business and escape ?
remember when
any
greenhouse / caravan / copse between the A roads
  was
  a
small town opium den - the valium at faster-miles-an-hour
  off-road
by the bonfire hole ?
    remember ?
    the
    moon was almost perfect
    every night 
    and the clouds van Gogh paintings
    unreal
    at
    dawn
    when the birds spoke words
    we
    all
    understood

     from the huffingtonpost.com