UNDER THE BENZO TREE

a calm 

that glows

& 

soft morning glee

nerve jags
ice nights

&
thoughts too free

lie as fruit

wind fallen

under the benzo tree

ALIVE LIKE A GUN IS ALIVE

to be
an electric guitar
raw
from the last show
keen

for the next

alive like a gun is alive

wating

backstage
in the calm

before the rock

almost not even needing any hands

I AM THE MEAT FORM

  & 

maybe i am

the meat formed
in the calm
before the storm

  or
the tiles & red residue
of the eternal kitchens
breakfast gag & debrief

  where
the fridge 

hum & pop
is a lo-fi 

like techno

soft backing to your skin-pick worry

siren panic to your maintenance dread

DELIRIUM TAPAS VOL 15

 

&

a 

joyland machine is waiting

in the night squad ward

if you luck out

before you cabbage

i hear it gives 

a sense of freedom

&

an epic kind of calm

~

well -

its ALL just 

one un-plug
away no ?

squirrel away

metaphor ammo

for before that long night is done

photo - Pot The Black from the Dagenham Archive

COVIDEO SNAPSHOT THOUGHT POPS IN A GREY NEW WORLD 1

its our calm

before

their storm . . .


~


spare cat is now

drawing blood
stealing food

oblivious
to our

existential fug -

damn paradigm shifts
will not orderly queue


~


its their calm

before

our storm . . . 

ANOTHER CAFE / HAIKU

calm quiet sideshow 

          calm ?
          this early
it is  yes

cutlery like bells

pic from direct.asda.com

STRING THIS PEACE ALONG ( A FOUR POP )

i am in a calm garden picture

stretched out
in 
the
shade & flies

& simple sounds are somehow doom

  its
    all 
      turned inside out

~

over the fence neighbours voices
are   
muttering unintelligible 
&
a child somewhere 
whines 
lazy & unremarkable

then a jetplane miracle 
keys gods skyblue fender - ha !
its 
rumble is late & theatrical
is 
a 
harbinger ? 

its toxic legacy is legible 

~

the 
rustle of a dirty pigeons wings
segues 
into
the
soft siren of a dove - this is peace i decide

the 
peace
before

    EndTimes 

    of 

itanks & mad weather / bodies flying like skittles

~

lets 
string 
this 
peace 
along i decide - i must stay stretched out
in
the
shade & flies

like that king who fought the tide 

from www.theminiaturespage.com

DREAMS LIFTED

once i had a dream
that all dreams were lifted
and
i
was
in
a
calm place 
remembering new things 
i had always known
back
where
the
world
came from 

 

 from growmelbourne.org

WORD POP

i write without rage
my tired eyes are destroyed flotillas

i
am
unbent / forced calm in the fiery force

under
hallucinatory
memory
spume 

 

 from illustratedfirstworldwar.com - battle of jutland

CAT LEARNING

going out 
to
the
garden
to
relax
in nature - watch the bushes not move
and
the
silent
animals
crawl past ignoring me

that sort of thing

i take a book
a couple of cds and a player - headphones
sunglasses
chilled filtered water
coffee pot
and a small enamel cup
my hardback artist sketch book
i use for poems
a cheap pen i bought in Sainsburys
a hat in case of sun
and a thick check shirt in case of chill
and
my
tobacco

i stretch out on the recliner
the cat pads past
and
sits
on
the warm cracked concrete
and
gazes down the garden 
his
front paws crossed

i look at him - hes got NOTHING
and
he
sits
so
CALM

i look at all i bought out
just
to
sit
and
relax - silly human !  i kick my shoes off
and
ignore
it
all - go sit next to the cat and gaze down the garden
with
NOTHING

i wear the sunglasses - i reckon
theyre
the
only
thing
the cat
would
use of mine if he could

RAMPAGING CHAOS BEHIND THICK GLASS

exhaustions anxious opiate 
is
blinkered zencalm
and
quiet
lurking horrorfilm unease
in
a
toobright toogloomy 
world
of 
slow slog
and
muffled toweldamp claustrophobia
where 
mudmarching days
are
reread paperback pages
of
forgottenwho names
and
obscure and inexplicable action

LITTLE PARADISE

when i dont itch with insect irritation
and got nothing that needs a scratch
and no brown rot in my teeth 
and no one laid out in a hospital gown on thick sheets to visit
and there are no urgent scrips to fill
and my trousers fit good and comfy
and everything sits in the right pockets
and my feet are happy and cool where they are
and everyones mood is adequate or better
and the news and the globe are just things outside the dented fence
and the scribbles in the many notebooks are not chaos
and the dishes are kind of done enough for me
and the isnt too much cat litter spilt on the porch floor
and there seems to be Space and Air and Time
and the future is not a black wall of dead bricks
but easy events on a blue horizon
and there might be a good movie waiting on the coffee table
and i'm not too tired to think
and the tentacle mutants climbing out the bookcase are a forgotten dream
and the book open on the kitchen table among the friendly scatter of crumbs can hold me and impresses me but wont make me feel small
and the radio is gentle and no white static yell
and nicotine gum and cold water are enough for now
then
i
can 
begin
to 
relax

and breath out slow

and file it all away for a mental apocalypse day
when i need to 
KNOW 
that these times happen