ON THE CHESTER DRAWERS

the day is there

bright / clear / classic

like Es are there

ambiguous / vestigial

at the end of words

the sun stencilled shapes

on the chester drawers

are

softly adrift

with

packed lunch sadness

& i shovel on the optimism

like ketchup
on dry mash

working with the bones of it

the doom of it

the habit & faith & light of it

in the predicted ash

LOOKING BACK IN LANGOUR

i 
am 
kinda in a place
where
the lights aint dim
and
the lights aint bright
and
i
see now
i
used wrestle them days all wrong
but
back
in
them days
it
was all i could see was right
cos
back
then
i decided no future was an easy out
and
time was nothing just nothing
but
seriously gnat chuff tight
and
now
time is all there is
and 
i
ask it small favours all polite
but
it
still
is
what
it always was
endurance rounds
in
a
bare
knuckle
fight

from bareknucklepickups.co.uk

SUPERMARKET

cold aisle/packets of bad horse and bacon

shades on

in shock from hot dust of Outside

plastic basket of meat and cheese to eat

and its 

Bomb Blast Bright

and its

Alien Cold

i MUST get out

big floral woman at till

asks me to pay for her marge

so

she

can

leave

NO i say