THATS ALL SHE WROTE

then one bland day
after an average brunchfast
it will actually be

thats all she wrote

but for now anyway
theres black-red wires
coming out my leg

electric veins / electric eels
& pads pulsing like
a hundred pins marching

that i am trying
with all my tomorrows
to not piss on

MORNING GOES

distractions
are
a
bad mirror
on 

the 

prowl from 7 AM

a reciprocal breakfast
with your exhaust port out

ABOUT RESISTANCE

their resistance
is my relief

& hope got out of bed for once

& went for coffee & cigarettes

a classic breakfast

when youre sick with worry

about the oceans & the sea

SUN OINTMENT & HOPS PERFUME, HOLIDAY MEMORY POP

breakfast early-as
for the still air
of a seaside town
slow to wake

like the sky 

is washed clean

i got a new cap 

to wear today

& i would get to climb rocks
climb rocks !
like the famous five

after guest house tea

sun ointment 

& hops perfume

meeting promenade 

beer garden air

BATTERED GURN OF FACE

after another death trial
ends with dawn port noise
&
after draining waste
out of the carbon loaf

then youre there
like an open sandwich

obvious as breakfast

wallet open & meat agog

for the day to dance
all over in railroad boots

blakey stamped backwards by bedtime
one hundredfold
on your battered gurn of face

  

 

ECTOPIC JOURNEY WAY, A BULLET POINT POP

 

•  dew on the willow
   under an alta moon

•  led zeppelin
   in a matchbox
   lit my ectopic journey way

•  i touched jimmy once

   in wembley

   with an olive green neoprene sleeve

•  the bass 

   banished 

   my wisdom toothache

•  dew on the picnic benches

   at the black mountain 

   breakfast

   lookout 

   station

FAMILY DOORS - FOR ALL THE SCARED & BEREAVED

death is gaining

like a grandmother 

making amends

for forgotten sweets

death is gaining

like a wronged librarian
hungry to eat

my backstory for breakfast

~

turn

turn & look

look

look & see

its as natural as birth

& only family doors

from bill & ted thatmomentin.com

MORNING FLASH POPS

teeth coated thick
head stutter buffering

one hundred ideas fight for form
in the overlapped unachievable venn

i been awake 4 minutes-

existential crisis on the downlow 
is heavy breakfast

the day is right there
obvious but unknowable

resigned & sighing & demanding


~


moon surface heat rash
dirty white cats grey feet

i water the clay at 6 AM

hazmat in a shopping bag
for back step photoshoot

i am so full of memories
i am like a bursting child


~


at school

well i was shocked
at how keen the kids were

teacher asks a question
& these short arms shoot up
with a loud gulp of sucked air
& these arms are supported by the other arm
wrapped past the armpit to the back shoulder

they were DESPERATE 
in one hundred ways
waving those meat flags

well i knew then
i was outside 

from tex.stachexchange.com

BBQ BREAKFAST PREP

'there has never been a sadness

that cant be cured

by breakfast food'

says ron swanson

MONDAY O CLOCK POPLINGS

TIME TRAVEL 1

this morning
i woke up
in the future again

& again
i am sick
from the journey

grateful
to
be
met there

& not left alone
in the rapid fire
of
the
dawn station terminus



TIME TRAVEL 2

i been to the past

i was a man-camera there

& i am here now

heading 
for
tomorrows
sickly 
unveiling



MONSTERS

tucking us in
too tight
they claimed

monsters are not real

not in the cupboard
not under the bed

no -
theyre on the tv  
in mugshot strips
true crime 247
channel 6 billion & 5

monsters being monstrous
in ordinary clothes
behind normal doors

sleep well snitches

their parole dates
pepper your diary



BEFORE DAWN

no one
is anything
inside 
those
first 
emptied
moments

before dawn

before the nonsense of clocks

~

goes double
if you
worked all night

& 
now youre a shadow
a ghost itch
over
your
breakfast dinner

from perpustakaan.blogspot.com

DREAM BLEEDS

pink sky
white lawn

&
at the kitchen table
coffee
slaps
me
around
the breakfast things

till 
i 
realise / admit
i am 
not meeting 
a wizard today

the man in a purple gown fades out
back to dreamscape
not meant for the sun

& sky glows now
on the
wet lawn shine

from en.wikionary.org

SEPARATED MONSTERS

outside you know ?
& i look around
but theres nothing
is there ?

just me / you
& a bundle jag 
of bereaved thoughts
a black pack horse
of orphan obsessions

~

but
looking
again

mashed mind billowed & blown

i see the orchestrated grain
in the hip hop timbers
&
i see the tick tock flux
of the seasonal percussion

in this roofless storeroom
of all the lost & found

~

& feather balls fall . . .
but land !
landings old hat
they flew !

accelerator metabolisms
pecking up a two-step
breakfast buffet

round
me / us

the separated monsters . . .

~

separated monsters
with shoes off once a year
attempting membership
with moribund muscle memory
& 
the bleached shadow
of an 
ancient ancient ancient
forgotten
expired
loyalty
card

from pinterest.com

DONT FORGET TO SEND ME A POSTCARD

i know you not got time for this

no one got enough time
to nail enough down

before the wind
comes in
for the veil

~

so i will just say this -

i smelt 
the roses
for you

theyre overrated

i told them 
they are
just a wonderful metaphor

but they said
its not their problem

~

now your turn -

go get shitfaced
in some awful
shopping mall bar
just for me

then hit the truck stops
looking for pinball
night breakfast
and the dust
of a sleepless night

stolen cigarettes
in the secrets
of your pockets

~

dont forget
to send me
a postcard

and
thanks 
for 
stopping by

from pinterest.com

BAD ORIGAMI CHRONICLES 2 - DUH

if you dont get up

without a hint of mercy

how can you go back to bed

after breakfast

and listen

u n i n v o l v e d 

to the hunt 

of the traffic

?

duh

RESIDUE

dreams lay an edge
on
us
waking

  a 
  phantom 
  who
  fades
in the face of day things 

but
is
still
there
for
breakfast

ghosts before breakfast

from

www.designcatwalk.com

PILLS GIVE ME MASS

i am a shadow
across the breakfast things

transclucent
    in
    the kitchen light 

        musnt forget
        my 
        prescribed
        innoculation 

 from incrediblethings.com

SOFT MASTERS

the
taut
puppet strings
tugged
by
the soft masters
of
love
and
the
splutter-cum of words
keep
me
off
the dark edges
where
sickness
has
its
breakfast

from wall4all.me

BREAKDOWNS REALLY

saturday night london basement

escaped mothers dance like strippers with staring fakesters

and me

i’m moody drunk and high

staring down at the kickers and box fresh converse

some nobody saying

IT AINT ALL BAD YOU KNOW

to my dead face of whisky misery-thunder

and

then

cab rolls us south in silence

and it is like magnets – our hands

i can’t not – tho i shouldnt

and its ok - i think i am helping you

and anyway we’re all having breakdowns really

and then we’re drinking more

under the heathrow flight paths

and you fall asleep on me

i got one arm to drink with – reach for the valium with

and i wake you at dawn

for drunkards breakfast

of

coffee

unfinished toast

cigarettes

and

i leave with no job and half the bus fare

and really i wasn’t helping at all

cos

we’re

all

having breakdowns really

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EASY TOURIST

its not so much that i want to travel
more
just
fly
to the cities of the world
in
the coma hum of planes
and
smell
the
air
of
a
different timezone
out 
in 
the 
airport cab rank night
and
then 
later
to
breakfast on a broad avenue
or
forgotten square
before
checking
connections
and
taking my bag and any notes i made
to
the
next
modern tropolis
on
the
list