BETWEEN HEAT WAVES

 

the air is empty
the nurse is waiting
the reservoir is low

~

barclays now denuded
is optimistically subdivided
& plywoods nailed
up lloyds green face

nail salon arrives

where ejuice died

& whitewash windows

blur a newspaper floor

~

the breeze is dry

the nurse is ready

the farmland is straw

ENTROPY BEIGE

the
urge
itch

& need
to make something be here

that wasnt here before

is unexplainable

to anyone

who never looks at the sky

~

i makes a mess on another canvas
in the morning breeze & sun
scraping the thick colours around

& covering up again
the layers of form

& the layers of chaos

into a thick 

smear & pebbling
of summer bugs & entropy beige

FRAGPOP DUMP

#113

madness is

that breeze
on your face

open bathroom window 2.30 AM

dissolution
coming out the grout


#109

pale organs
ride the day cart

to ebony dusk
& its ivory lights


#101

when you have finished
with your assumptions

let me tell you
i was once
almost
a real boy

OFF-CUT AUTUMN POPS

autumn the first 

tar on the breeze

falling falling

fallen leaves

~

& the sun is slung 

underhand across the sky

sixty minutes late

& eyeline high

NEW YEAR POPLINGS 1

baby breezes play
half-hearted
in the bare black trees

&
it doesnt matter
if theres a squirrel

or not


~

the elephant call
of the dustman truck
&
my hellacious knee

ennui / dread / doom scroll

new year

like your belt missed a loop