CITIES, A HAY(NA)KU TRIPLEPOP

cities
call me
like elephants trumpet

~

zoo

lunch & 

clink clunk trains

~

knowing

i cannot

go visit again

A CUT UP OF THE MIND

an
otters stone

the great
cauldron of sky

waiting
on the doctor
to call

FROM A MORNING WAITING

the vintage 

marlboro classics 

check shirt

has foul crescents
of nervous sweat

atop the hindarm

from a morning waiting
for a blood doctors call

AFTERGLOW QUIET

fog horns
on the thames
sound organic

creatures mournful
about the grey 

of it all

call out
for
agreement

get 

afterglow

quiet

WEARING COPPER JACKETS

the drs surgery
on-hold music
triggers a heavy sadness

&
all
the
other many morning times
i had to call & wait
rattle off
from out me
into 

the telephone firmament

wearing copper jackets
in the bumpstock milieu
&
waving their sad flags of sickness

THE ADVENTURES OF A FORD CALLED DAGENHAM, NOIR REDUX

wires

they got crossed

like they say

indoor fog

falls down

the days face

you know the kind

like cotton wools

clogging the

hippocampus

tell me something i dont know

my names ford dagenham

im a writer

and dawns is behind me

i get the call

uptown they say

we been compromised

tell me something i dont know

i look at my hand

it holds a mobile

lines open

naked phone - i think

naked phone - i write it down

underline it - a title

my names ford dagenham

im a writer

anyway i got a title

before lunch too

and im dry

so very dry

but us ?

we are compromised

for sure

i get the dial tone

on my naked phone

disconnected by the fuckers uptown

and well i got a title

before lunch too and the rest

well the rest

its on the streets of course

and can stay there

for all i care

from booksamillion.com

DAWN IS

the dawn chorus

is dinosaur revenants

calling
out
again
for
another
fuck

from twinsmummy.wordpress.com

FEELING CRAZY

if i feel crazy
i 
might think 
a lion might come inside
cos the back door is open
&
all
the
rules
have
gone
away

itd
come 
inside
big like the moon is big
&
there like a mistake is there

a blunt 
brand new 
problem
wiping my petty sheet clean

itd sniff at the rug
a raw & velvet boss
with
naked natures 
hunting eyes

then
id
have to grab 
the pet cat

small as a mouse now

&
climb
us
both
out
the
window

over the fucking cactus
over the plastic windowsill

( that now seems strangely absurd )

being
very
quiet & quick & sudden

& then shut the beast in
& then call someone
fast as you like

if i feel crazy 
like that
like all rules have gone

( tho theres never clear evidence )

then
i
shower
shave
put on a clean plain t
&
my
best
watch
&
uselessly & hurriedly
tidy
away
any
real or imagined mess
into
places
&
piles

square things up
to the edge of the table
the bookcase
the
corners
of
the
floor

&
sit
quietly on a sandbar

not fishing
for anything

from acidcow.com