IN SILICON

the ether
is brimful

to the firmament

with
our
paused conversations

burnt into silicon relief

for 

the 

river god to cool

DREAMS & OTHER SKETCH POPS

he

dreamt

he

was

so poor

the only place to shit

was inside a fart

~

it

is

a

strange relief

to live with dread

when dread comes to town

hailing a ghetto cab
care home in its wake


~

he dreamt he

curled around

a hand grenade

&

burnt

his

inside bacon

crispy black

baked beans boiling
inside his brain pan


~


&
the things we made
they leave their stains

& 
the trees

welcoming & indifferent

well they die standing

passive aggressive 
with
an 
embarrassing multitude 
of 
essential uses

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POPS AGAINST THE GRAIN

HOLIDAZE

from brown surf froth

under developed 
eggshell heads
suicidally naive 

wash
up
on

single use 
holiday towels

all our names now
dragged thru
the
plastic mud



TUCK TUCK

burnt-out hatchback
on
the
cement shore

lard cube fat clots
bob round gone tires

from clinic exhaust-

theyre having
a
bogof sale

live-in nurses
never leave
the
concrete plaza



POLITICIANS

if i could believe them

then i could sleep

in denial
of the 
nuclear breeze

but i been ripped
across the grain

hatchet cleaved
the
kitchen trapdoor

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FISH SUPPER

in the Great Universe Scheme
the
poor baby bird
was
almost a nothing

i rescued off him off the cat anyway
there 
was
red - insides showing outside

in the quiet at the end of the garden
i
did
him
the
best as i could - mortal sweat breaking on ME
HIS nerve twitching
was
a
horroshow

sorry little bird . . .

now
i
burnt my fish supper too

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