NOSTALGIA GLANDS

outside the unkillable bookies

diehard smokers

brace for judgement

& breath their b&h

into my memory portal

& manic nostalgia glands

~

matchboxes &

cubic cellophane

under the thin light

of a streetlight

& night smoke

in the mist of rain

OBSERVATION FROM A PARKED CAR

how
does
that
fat man

shave those rolls
on the back
of his head ?

hello bulldog clips
&
a three mirror set up

hello razor burn
& sweat dense lint

wife tut-huffs
in the doorway


~


beautiful white dog

got everyone looking

sleek & whip alert

he is nature juxtaposed

a stock image

there on the high streets
chilled 
shutter
ensemble


~


the 
eternal 
jewellers
has shut down

you name it
they had it
with a clock on

bookies never close



~


giant pot 
tree stub
on a rainbow bed
thats moribund

reaches

kinda 
reluctant

for a greyed out sun


~


theres 
dog walkers
carrying shit
on
the
grassy knoll

theres
the 
jewellers cat

radiating nevermind
& soul

from flickriver.com

LONDONS ESTUARY BIN / ALL HAIL TRAFFIC

 
britain 
ever 
unruined ?

dodging potholes my whole life

long shadows on village green
soon build 
clusterfuck 
miniature flats 
there 

no cupboards
ground level balconies
four inches from bus queue

good access to unkillable bookies
see three from this library bench
one eye shut
half library shut

could be landfill
that village green 
or plague pit

a dick turpin gallows
rotted in rain

( the peasants revolted here
  you should see them now )

or proposed site 
of more sth east
thames crossing 
cement matrix

all hail traffic
driven driverless

jesus

they paved paradise
and put up a robot motorway

ha

they paved industry
and put up another pound shop

ha

hmm

shit

hello lake district
may we live in denial
on your misty shores ?

please

from misstech.com

TOWN DOWN