SMOKE FOR DAYS

you
got
a
rush
of crazy thoughts

in a bottle
in the fridge

but everything
is so of itself
dont you think ?
in these unspooling times 

where towers smoke 

for days & days
on a deconstructed 

hospital plateau 

FOIL TOPPED GLASS, A SCHOOL POP

dropped off

      for morning break

from the dairy

      down the road

in red & rattling

      plastic crates

with farm dirt 

      on the bottles rim

& snail trails 

      round their base

was  full fat  sun warm  awful  milk

      

MEETING AT THE WHITE POST TREE

get a bottle

&

a carrier full of cans

go

out

in

a

field

&

kick the empties about

laugh at earth
laugh at its signs

&

roll crumble-flake-slate

up an easy tree

smoke till then its dark

& 
the world

is unmade 
is fresh again

those

were

the

days

young & before phones
meeting arranged
at 
the
white post tree

20 pences for the call box man
easy stay out till three

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MOVIES RUSTY COOKIE CUTTER

movies fill holes
like tide coming in

hot woman
with a
hot man

cookie cutter heroes
lift up
mired boats again

hip beards
evil beards

required motion supplied

we all know an AK
by sight by now

a wilhelm scream
a howie long scream

a holiday sun 
beach with bar

the blue surf 
goes blood red


~

exaggeration
is
satisfaction

steampunk looking bomb
physicist gets one line

pointless twist
plot goes personal

all say-
never make it personal

a techno porn parade

~

rome

rogue dog

back story-
dont blink

every gun makes noise
when touched or moved

he follows orders
when it suits

hip beard shaved
cia like the look

evil beards stay

rogue dog shaves
has unholy practice

~

every tyre squeals
impossible on gravel

leather dufus
got keys
on neckchain

cover is marriage
no rehearsal
no trade craft

works without rings

stories in glass
are booze
in a bottle

revenge is trigger
revenge becomes work

impromptu party
drunk pratfalls

all stone cold sober
when alarm sounds

~

red-tailed hawk
castle thunder

canned dreams
for
canned dreamers

poirot looking beast
primes orion
ahead of schedule
with a nod

a goofy holler
a common loon

stealth is easy
with sound man
on your side

~

cliche is
sometime comfort

shes a goodie

shes a baddie

shes a good baddie

too deep

kill her off

no grey areas

cool watch
deep voice

mad dog meets new pup

crazy training
pays obvious dividend

~

everyone has 
a zippo to spare
come the arson scene

red trouser henchman
easy to follow
is no competition

sugar glass explodes
flag pole escape

local mob involved

veteran legend
meets mossad opposite

they compare
hip flasks

sniped-
only after
conversation

~

old wise man with beard
guides path patiently

menial help
surprise
with wisdom

tarzans jungle call
in cement landscape

venue always has room
for delta 1s 
chopper rough landing


a laughing kookaburra

nuclear bomb

under waves

detonates with
only wind

~

credits bring foreboding

i become bereft
on the sofa

bereft

we deserve a better song

but get
universal telephone ring

superhero landing

reaction shots
a shout- SHIT
on every 
traffic corner

from playz.sithari.com.au

PS

sequels hold 

inevitable disconnect

eg- die hard 2

is set in a world

where die hard

was never made

who wants to live there ?

GLASS / CORNERSHOP

1. GLASS/DAWNS FUCKED CARPET

2. CORNERSHOP

HUNTING MYSELF TO SLEEP

used to be
there
was
the
simple glass lie
of
the
bottle by the bedside
                      i g    t
                    l     h  
to keep my corpse a
in the nights poor hours
where hope was hunted
like papas big game

then
time
instigated intervention
and
flipped me all about
with 
benevolent misdirection
and
a
revelatory hole card

and now theres love
a magic cat
and a drawer of tidy tranqs
to
put
my
wired tired
adrenalin dry 
meat stack 
d
 o
  w
   n

and i hunt myself
on
the
soupy edges
of
oblivions game

hoping for a quick clean kill

or the flutter 
in the fog
of a white flag 
of a surrender
without
any
terms

terms like one more piss

or
remembering
i
used
to
smoke

from offthegridnews.com

NO SHIT LITTLE FRIEND

i had a little friend
once upon a time

and he would say
motorbikes are the safest
cos you can jump free
in a 
traffic accident 
situation

he said that
no shit

my little friend

~

and
my little friend
moaned
about
the
walk
home
after the pub so much
i used to carry him

he would call me his cart horse
and say giddyup horsey

we had no cash for a cab
he had no money for rounds
i had a bottle for the road

my dreams were blinkered
under 
the
inconstant trumpet moon
and
strength was all i had

for me
for my little friend
for anyone

~

and one time

i dont know why

but
i kicked him in the kneecap
with my work boots on
and he fell down a hill
where the town stopped
and the marsh started

and now i never understood this
but he was always keen
to re-enact this event

he was
no shit

and i was always willing
to kick
my little friend
in the kneecap
with my work boots on

~

hes gone now

to the
southern hemisphere

and
the
last
time
i
saw
him
was in awful daylight 
outside the library
cos he wouldnt
come out
for evening drinks
anymore

he must stay in
he said
to polish his parents brass

my little friend said that
no shit

~

i wonder how he is
and if he remembers his cart horse
like
i
remember
the
jumper
he
wore
that would ripple with flames
if you threw a lit match at him

and
we
all
did
that

from mocktheorytest.com

KING CHURN

used to sit at the tiled desk
ignoring my cold feet
with
a
bottle
and
another bottle
and
dirty
small glasses with thick glass bases
i'd
stare at the table lamp thru
and
churn
out
tiny pops of derision and street litter observation

the piles of old 45s would grow
and
collect
ash
in their charity scratched grooves

now i sit at the same desk with coffee or weird bitter teas
with
chet baker long players 
tickling and painting the slower nights prettier
and
churn out smaller pops
of
toilet trips
and
gentler things

but
still churning
which
is
the
main
thing

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