IMAGINE POETRY

imagine this

on a page

in a book

on your shelf

& save me the emails

& the knockbacks

& all the admin of perdition

FONT TBD, 12TH BLOG ANNIVERSARY POEM

 

on the 12th anniversary of 

hatchbacksonfire.blogspot.com

here are some notes on making a book -


the poems
  found-poems
  from 1970s redacted oil reports
  &
  hollywood haikus on n95s
  exploded & trimmed to size

the binding
  hospital monofilament sutures
  &
  inherited nylon fishing thread

covers
  cut from the skin of my unused shoes
  &
  out of my drinking jacket
  retired now
  from the team scotch days

other
  coffee rings in abundance

  speed sketches 
  font tbd

FRAG 23

 

a book for my teeth

story time . . .

or a movie on the screen
for me to dream on

waiting on the flow

hunting the flow

to empty times 

jagged pockets

& deliver a thoughtpop

to scribble & know

DELIRIUM TAPAS VOL 9

red book
black cat

stars on 45

i am under the sky - duh

reduxed

&
blackmailing
the
sunlit uplands
of
soul


~


the page is dry
is old

its turning sound
heard a hundred fold

pdsa paperbacks for one hundred pence

i enjoy its sepia
that reptile texture

its smell & telling told

photo - Six Fuzztown Stoplights from the Dagenham Archive

FRIDAY O CLOCK HAIKU

good book in bath

tells me things i know 

we
kidnapped evicted veg


~


white cat on back step

sleeps sat up

cold air comes inside

foodcrumbles.com

EXPLODING HEAD SYNDROME 2, A NEURAL BIOLOGY POP

the 
struggle gallerys
unrendered bots
are faux familiar

the 
bill collectors are on tap
flashing interzone badges
&
calling out my name


~


someone there
is reading some book to me
nobody real ever wrote

&
when i strain to hear
& 
focus to understand
it becomes 
redacted mist 

a wordless hymn
of fade out pastel

with a
bang & crash
industrial

from tvseriesfinale.com

REDS

red coat

red book

its a bible

im on a bus

theres heavy underlining
on all her open pages


~


red book

black cat

stars on 45

i am under the sky

blackmailing 
the
sunlit uplands
of
soul

from www.holy.art.co.uk

ITS NEVER HERE WHEN I WAKE

eyes shut
i tumble some

and something happens
and i dance inside

kind of - its blurred

like its the past in there

or
a
riddle
of days to come

and theres a book there i read from
thats never here when i wake

YESTERDAYS EDITS

when 
i 
was 
solidstate & sarcastic
going faster miles an hour
i
was
a
streetside clothes horse
rapping elastic
in the mojo midnight
unsane
up
the
rec ground
climbing frame

harebrained in denim and nowhere free

~

& when i was a teflon pan

i was an echo chamber 

of feedback & warehouse labour

filtered 

with 

hearsay

from thirty years away

denying

the

frying

inside

~

& when i shorted out

out of the simmer pot

& into the blue stove flames

i

became

a

flagellating phoenix

combing for codeine

in the dead gold drift wood

on

the

kitchen granite causeway

& i asked for oxy

in the new wave vault

for

all

the

ultra waves

from out the catchup tv

~

& now im an open book
with a split & busted spine

i
am
all 
water stained & edged with brown
with dried up 
slo-mo go-go glands

playing canute in the bathtub
with a heel in the plughole
medicated right-side-up
&
john woo shootout slow

my index awol
& anyway
its written
in 
hanging chad braille

from pinterest

CAT LEARNING

going out 
to
the
garden
to
relax
in nature - watch the bushes not move
and
the
silent
animals
crawl past ignoring me

that sort of thing

i take a book
a couple of cds and a player - headphones
sunglasses
chilled filtered water
coffee pot
and a small enamel cup
my hardback artist sketch book
i use for poems
a cheap pen i bought in Sainsburys
a hat in case of sun
and a thick check shirt in case of chill
and
my
tobacco

i stretch out on the recliner
the cat pads past
and
sits
on
the warm cracked concrete
and
gazes down the garden 
his
front paws crossed

i look at him - hes got NOTHING
and
he
sits
so
CALM

i look at all i bought out
just
to
sit
and
relax - silly human !  i kick my shoes off
and
ignore
it
all - go sit next to the cat and gaze down the garden
with
NOTHING

i wear the sunglasses - i reckon
theyre
the
only
thing
the cat
would
use of mine if he could