1. CATS AND OLD MEN
dont
write
the
whole day off yet
i say to myself
every cracked curtain morning
feeling like a ferrous metal
this is my sick note mantra
i speak it out loud
to the sheets and floating dust
feeling like the saline water
in tescos wafer thin ham
and the cat is there
his paws and claws
in my cheek in my lip
his big round eyes
saying ME ME NOW ME ( IAOW )
and out on the street
the old guys
in beige again
go out for papers 8 am
they're like clockwork again
like national service
half crowns in their hatbands
mumbling daily mail headlines
out by the gatepost
dont write the whole day off yet
i say to myself
give its chill beginning
a sunshine chance
the pillow will be here still later on
i make a pm date with it in my mind
i might feel
a little better might'n i anyway
a little less like a polluted moon
after some coffee
my pills
and
some
juice
2. POSSIBILITIES
and
theres
a
chance
isn't there
that i might write something
in a shadow of gold leaf
on a gutter hubcap
if i unfold from out of bed
an upward cutlery ape
in the supermarket zoo
and
theres
a
chance
isn't there
that someone who may not be born yet
may see it may read it one odd day
on a museum piece server
under a leaking tin can megacity dome
and they might halfway feel something
and they might catch a glimpse of something
and maybe then write something themselves
something better
without tricks on loan
in whatever biowired plastic AI dream
we
have
left under the mercury clouds
for
them
3. SHADOW OF GOLD LEAF ON A GUTTER HUBCAP ?
we all live
in the spaces
above our shoes
the windsails pulled down
trimmed into the next seasons
tryhard catwalk conceptions
the catalogue lie of polyester folds
hides our animal ghostour hot breath relegated
in the toothless tv land
of our reluctant white plaque minds
and out there in the day in the world
the carpet the cement
the macadam and tile
steel and glass
are exile
from
the
meat
of forest earth
from the mail online
