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

THE KETTLE & THE GARDEN CHAIR

think it
fart it

get it down

autoflo

leaving
the
head
out
of
it

one filed report

worth two 

in the draft

& if it all sucks

call it gravity

& move past it

to the kettle

& garden chair

autoflo

tree awning

& hysterical birds

the bugs on table patrol

THE WAY THIS IS GOING PT 4 ( OR TYPOS *)

the way this is going
is 

all my posey will start with
yes
& end with
yes
& maybe r i p too

& in between 

n o t h i n g 

but white space

oar tiepoes*

~

until then 

a gone thing

that still holds a sting -

yes

field roaming 

in englands 

rambling footpath web
fucked on skunk 

& hysterical at bugs

r i p

yes

MEAT MONEY & OTHER THINGS

    they
cull the badgers
to save the cows
to kill for lunch

 [ i
  suppose
  tb badger mince
  is
  a
  bit gamey ]

    their
    chemical
    warfare
    is
insect genocide
to save cash crops
we leave to rot
    for
    subsidies

 [ no
  money
  in
  bug sandwiches

  not yet 
  anyway - prob wont be long tho . . . ]

    they
    use
child-mined super conductors
 in
  every
   single
    electric
     thing
we clutch in our grubby fists
and prod with greasy fingers
and then dump on their beaches
in a dangerous tangle of secrets
    when 
    we 
    get 
     a 
   shiny new one

    and
    we
shop away misery
and our complicity
with same day delivery
only one click away
    in 
    some 
    golden age 
    of 
    selective plenty

 [ i
  wish
  my
  hands
  were
  cleaner ] 

from geekpop.co.uk

PROOF OF LIFE, A QUINTOPOP

tv
is
a murmur in the background

a wallpaper whitenoise 

ratsnot dribble

and these dumb days
its
proof of Life

~

i am not tuned into the right frequencies

  ( dials jammed on 1979 )

for its hamfist subliminal shopping prompts

and
i
dont
need
a new sofa or copycat hatchback
every
weekend

anyway

do i ?

~

anyway

as long as i can just lay here

just lay

stretched and still

floating
in
my
own
still water

for an indefinite while

its all pretty much ok with me

~

proof of World / Life
is
a muffintop of information

corporate drool
in
a
coffee bucket

wait -
information ?  more like
               windows left open
               on a 21stC
               bedlam

or a future museum exhibit
demonstrating and lamenting
our
moneymind
whitegood
techturd
gurning
faux-need

~

so 
i
lay

i stretch out

tv on -
just a shitty kind of weather

stretched out
listening to the water pipes cough
and the hooves
of tiny horses
running in there

stretched out
listening to her in the kitchen
making a pie
singing a song
swearing at bugs

stretched out
in
a
freezeframe pm picture
of
sofa bliss with a knee rug
and 
my
sicknote peace