ABOUT WRITERS RESIN

i sweated 

raw plasma

writing that

thick like syrup 

like spruce sap

hefty globules of it

my glucose of the soul

~

anyone else 

need to change

their writing shirt

when the morning writing is done ?

WHAT A RIDE

change is arrested

&

charged with disruption

accuracy is abducted

by

a piechart militia

& all the bandwagons

aquaplane
in the flood water

oh what a ride 

YOU HAVE UNTIL THE BELL RINGS

if we discovered

sound & solid proof 

of eternal & rigid 

predestination

it would not

& could not

change anything at all

could it ?

~

please discuss
you have until the bell rings
& six foot of chalk for your slate

HIS ARMOUR & HIS ZEN

it changed 

when he got
a hand-me-down granada
with dark grease patches
marking up the headrests

he sat eyes front

a car man now

barking lazy 

hand-me-down racisms

like he thought

he had found 

his armour & his zen

NICER PRONG, AN ELECTION POP

'they wouldnt let us have the vote

if they thought it would change anything'

mark twain

the nicer prong
of
disaster capitalisms
desperate pincers

pats
itself
on 

its

turncoat
back

PLEASE DISCUSS 4, OXYMORONIC

'the more things change 

 the more they stay the same'

i cannot be arsed 

to look into 

the origins 

of this oxymoronic

be it trite or pith
i fix it thus -

'some thing change'

but who feels clever saying that ?

i invite you to remember

triggers broom -

17 new heads & 14 new handles

~

please discuss

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PLEASE DISCUSS 2, SUNROOM RUGS

 

as the saying goes

i am old enough & ugly enough 

to know that shit changes

but why does it turn into shit ?

like 

weightlifters 

cleaning out 

the stallions stables

onto your sunroom rugs

~

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you have one hour

ask if you need more paper

TEN YEARS A BLOGGER 1\5

ten years ago i started this blog

it is banned from facebook

its my second attempt at a blog

i cant remember the first one

i photo the pc screen for instagram

& get it on facebook like that

dont tell

its purpose was to keep me writing regular

it has

it was started in a fog & haze & wire

i knew something had to be done

change was coming 

coming for me

there is not much traffic 

thats ok

i dont trust the stats anyway

it is poetry 

its mine & in my corner

2011 - castro resigned & sheen fired

       womens fifa 

       gaga in an egg

thank you for your continued support

h a t c h b a c k s o n f i r e .

b l o g s p o t .

c o m

RERUNS & WRITTEN RESIDUE

always 
i am
explaining
myself

fictitiously
like practice

to gone friends from out the past
&
to next months never / maybe meets


~


if only my mind could RACE
id be done by now

but 
its 
some kind of swamp in there
some kind of slo-mo mordor

all spiked retinoids
&
between-station underwater tv 


~


i must clarify again
those corner hook-ups
the cracked cement & moss banks

&
i
got
to
dwell on

the shouted almost chat
from the dub weekenders

i am rerun central
meat tube hdd only


~


i feel 
it is ALL 
still happening to me

linear time
is 
only outside
my
untanned leather


~


so 
i
go read new poetry

go on the old toilet

trying
to dump
the ALL out

& fill up the space
with 
someone elses 
written residue

for a change
& to breath

from eobdtool.co.uk

EVEN GOOD BOMBS ARE BAD

be the change 
you want to see 
in the world . . .

i 
get
it

it
sounds 
ok

sounds
good

achievable

but is it 
sop for our 
conscience

or could 
it really 
work . . ? 

~

so im nice
to my neighbour
even
when 
he
brings up
his pet subject
of those blockpavers
those romanian blockpavers

and all the stolen vans

( the dimlo arsehole Sun-faced beer-sack )

i guide him away
with soft disagreement
like
hes
a
simple child
parroting a bad uncle 
so 
it 
doesnt become a Thing

and
anyway
it
all
falls down
at the next news broadcast

its bombs galore again

on 
the
death tv

~

i propose
instead
we all
paint roses

maybe even everyday

because
hitler 
was the change
he wanted to see
in the world

soon
after 
he had stopped
painting roses

timberlands from pinterest.com

ONE MORE PLASTIC EVERYTHING

i
windowshop
online

searching for the One Thing
that will Change My Life

for Better / for Good / Forever

my One More Plastic Everything

it WILL fill that spiritual
                  western
                  deficit
with flowers 
with sunshine
with Effortless Ageless Cool

i
will
know
it
when i see it / and it will know me

just One More Plastic Everything

from miles.and.more.com

SMOKE POPS

1.

  cigarettes 
  fill
 an existential hole
       in
      the
   madness damn

   defiance 
  in the face
    of the 
 fist of the world

  and
  a
victims journey
   to 
 heavens core


2.

  fags are food 
 for soul and mind

   and 
   theyre death
      
      to
    keep
     their
  poetry
  perfect
    
 and complete


3.

theres this young guy
puffed up and prowling
hood up  joggers hanging down  pants out

sucking on a fag in his fist
like wannabe hardnuts do
outside the vape lounge
used
to
be
a
godfreys  where i bought my camera 
hood down  trousers up  pants in

a whole nother world away


4.

  in
 the
morning

 smoke comes out

  and 
   i 
rise like a common phoenix

   and
 perch

touching up the wind


5.

  the
 smell
  of
   match sulphur
 on the night air

  is
 forever 
   a
midwinter
bottleshop
corner

change in my pocket
  and the
 day on the run

from weheartit.com

PRIEST HOLES AND MAGIC TREES

dragging out the bins
i experience dawns half light
    and
    wonder
    if
    its
promise means well
    or
is a tease of phantom gold
to get us from our beds of sex and dreams

        and
when up and gasping in the bathroom sink 
    i   
wonder
how
to
juggle
    the true beams and garbage vectors
        of life and sickness
        of bill-bondage
    and 
    the 
        difficult birth of creation
            even 
            too
the needs of aimless indian summer bees ?

    i
wonder
how 
to
keep the threads threaded
    and the google views inspired
        when 
    maintenance is the relentless unappreciated all ?

we're spoiled innocent reluctant and idiot-crawling
        down 
        an 
extended birth canal - facing screaming change
        with 
        feet still warm still safe
    i 
wonder 
what now 
    the tunnel is tired and we're wary of the brave doors
        all 
        searching for the cliche light
        and 
    simple Blyton adventure of priest holes and magic trees
with
our
    night eyes almost too blind for change
and
    our heart-guts
        too fat from kfc
            too sedated 
            from classic 
            easy poisons

to find true vectors
            
            that hurt to follow
            
            that hurt to free

dull hearts from hackneyed cages of catalogue aspiration

    i
wonder
is the universal mind too full now ?
    its
    ideas
    and
    balls

        spread

            too 
            thin ?

from arranalexander.co.uk

CHANGE BLOWS

bowing to the inevitable
     whether
     forced or found
     feet
         on
     the real ground 
thats HUGE and pushing UP

the
inevitable breeze of change 
    whether
    from
doctors hands
    or
    ill
mystery glands 
it
feels good and cool on a jet world mauled soul
    woken
    into
    an optimism morning

and
change is good
    we're told
        accept it
        and
    be bold
move on from the wide fib of loo tales
flush
flush
flush
into the windmills blind knight blades

and
good
aint
bad   
for a thin zen finder
   
    or 
    does 
    the wind of change blow ? 

 from philstubbsquotes.wordpress

NEVER WAS AND ISNT NOW

high street sepia-dreams 
like
Heartbeat
like
Open All Hours
like
the world that never was that was all better of course
fell

to 

Sprawl Malls and Retail Adventures

we
use
them
but 
with superior distaste

and
all

the

parks are flat and grey
and

planted

with

hatchbacks of bland innovation

any 
green 
is 
a 
golf course soon

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