REALITY PROPS

gore on the green lawn

feathers on the garden walk

haikus in red dawn

~

his face is a mountain

the night is screaming

all conversations 

are clipped like wings

~

& the emptiness of right now

is punched out 

on the quiet carpet

of a weekday morning fume

A DIAGRAM OF NEW HISTORY & OLD TOYS

we

are

a
backed-up
stack-up
of
sudden & creeping

butterflown events
in
the
fading meat world 
& 
the growing glass other

coincidental
or god blamed

drawn unrecognisable

in
times 

tumble weed

memory 
pans

&
google flattened
in the 
electric cumulus

~


the toys that i clutched

down there 
on the

hallway carpet hinterland

their
plastic detail
&

the 
skirting board

still now are 
lurid & lunging 
mescal real

simple details / simple time

face-close
eye-burn

for 
forever
ever

from ebay.co.uk

GLASS / CORNERSHOP

1. GLASS/DAWNS FUCKED CARPET

2. CORNERSHOP

CALL OF THE WILD

  its a strange world
    a hiccup life
 smeared and weird

   bricks and upvc and cars 
  block paving round the fruit trees
      where we tried
  to improve the ground

 and too  of course  the endless plastic rain

  step back  take a time out  
     and

      come

     on

     d
     o
     w
     n

  see   we are  beasts on the carpet
   phones now  where our claws were

    see  we are  animals with tiles
 insulated from the call of the wild
         
       we  still hear it . . .

 its an itch 
   we talk about 
    in the  
 therapy room

  the steel edge  in our laughter
   after dusk   when murder
      is
       for
      the good of the brood
      
     or
      only
     the
  dinner bell

from wikiality

WELL ELECTRIC BLEEPS

  well the electric noise
 from the retro video game
   coming out my hd tv
     is primitive
      is a friend
   is old comfy socks for my mind

     i am still here
   i have lasted enough
        that
       these
 noises are nostalgia now

 i can enjoy the rose glow
    that never really was

~

 electric beeps back then
  they were a hound barking inadequacy
    to my tiny mouse
  confused
down
  by
 the skirting board
      too  few coins
 too  few friends

  electric beeps were acceptance then

  i had games
    i had a disk drive

 and tho kids came round
   they rarely came back again

~

    seaside arcades 
    were
  sand and
   sun cream
    shrill alarm bells
 dirty carpets 
  clinking change
         cigarette smoke
 smell of chips  
     smell of doughnuts
   tinny radio on a rock station
      and a fringe of danger

~
    
   seaside arcades
      were 
    hiding in the vampire gloom
     from  
  brown tan 
 spotless youth
   parading and playing
     with
 Perfection and Purpose
     in
      their
    uninterruptible
  healthysexlife
      drivinglicense   
        light 

~

i am so full with these flashback
     that 
   i
    head
       out
  to the lawn 
   for crisp air
    and the 
  mental enema
       of
clean and guiltless 
      
      Reflection
        with
   Perspective

aberystwyth from ashleyabroad.com

BOMBASTIC

wild man shouts ITS BOMBASTIC ! on the pub hill

chucked out

by 8 pm

by police

he’d rung himself

THERES FRAGILITY UNDER THE HARDWARE ! he’d told them

now

he’s

pissing a thick stream on the path talking at me

says

he was the lover of the man invented the B&D Workmate

and

on new years eve his pierced dick’s out in the saloon bar 

did

it

himself - embalming needle he says

and

one

dark

night

i’m in the kitchen dropping full wine glasses on flagstones

when

he says A BROTHER CANT SLEEP IN THE ANGRY DAWN !

drinks

a

cup of formaldehyde

and

lays

down

on

the

living room carpet 

ebay vintage