ENTROPY BEIGE

the
urge
itch

& need
to make something be here

that wasnt here before

is unexplainable

to anyone

who never looks at the sky

~

i makes a mess on another canvas
in the morning breeze & sun
scraping the thick colours around

& covering up again
the layers of form

& the layers of chaos

into a thick 

smear & pebbling
of summer bugs & entropy beige

OFFCUT POSEY No 10

the absolute morning of the workplace

the medieval rack of it -

its keys & cups 

& trucks & cogs
corralled just so

bright but dull too 

& loaded with overthought precision

only just this side of chaos

yes even the dust -

especially the dust 

~

its too much world
&
pooh sticks race
under the trouble bridge
in 

a 

pink floyd of the mind

SANDWICH FOR THE WIN

the chaos

the mindbend chaos

of 

a 

normal & nothing morning

its layers 

undo me

till brunch

A NECESSARY FORT

morning me
will thank 

last night me

for the chores

he did compel 

& it is not pitiful
to fool & manufacture
such miniature peace
in the face of chaos

& flaky meat puppetry

as clutter 

is often
anxiety now

when it used to be
a necessary fort

REVERSED UP COMPASSION DRIVE

the permutation 

of the word narrative
he said
has an agenda 

that chaos wont stand

dont they know reasons are not answers ?

just enjoy the air 

i told him
its fresh like a clean blade

& clipped just so

i think youve reversed 

up compassion drive

he said to me shaking his head
when you missed 

the deathville turnoff

i

hope

at

least

you grabbed something good to read

at the junction multimart station ?

THE BLESSINGS ABACUS

full time
struggle pup
half wishes
for ignorance

half wishes
but

also
holds close

the 
neon demon knowing

~

full time
struggle pup
prevails & survives

with
slow 
deliberate
monk like
garden
patrol

full time
struggle pup-

well
his blessings abacus
got the paint worn off

~

today
theres
minimalist 
birdsong
infrequent

birds are 
disruption scattered

& slow to the call

today

~

there is
a gentle chaos
in dawns
sly function creep

the wind blows 
the wifi away
&
the overfarmed
magnetic field 
tumbles
lost
minibeasts
into
my
anxious paw

& my blessings abacus-

well
its got the paint wearing off

WESTERN PRIVILEGE

something 
pins
the
quiet avenues down / paints them like Trumpton 

something keeps the chaos 
 out 
 the
 consensus cul-de-sacs 
keeps our Blue Velvet picket fences
 clean
 and
 Stepford

 despite the planned collateral 
of 
conceit / bombs / flags
 on 
 the 
 death 
 tv 

 from trumptonalia.homestead.com

POETS ! 2

poets !

do you mow that lawn ?
or
lay on it
and 
wallow weakly in its 
tiny
forests
wondering
if
you
can face the metallic smell and cobwebs
of
the
dark
inhabited
shed 
where the mower - LEVIATHAN - waits dusty and heavy ?

do you
just lay abandoned in its tall wands
and
fuzzball meadows
watching
its
citizens
pace and parade
and
try to forget
the
angry row the mower would yell ?

if it would start anyway . . .

and wheres the grass catcher ?

and the petrol can ?

and
who
are
you
anyway
to cull this lush microcosm 
this
thick
gifted
apron - natures deep pile home ?

dont worry about it -
it
will
get
mowed
another day
when
your
head
is squarer
and
the
chaos
needs a fight

LIVING JISM

you wear your damage like a badge
you
wave
some
ancient 
event 
like a battle banner

when you did this / did that
that time at
band camp - whatever

when you nearly died / when you nearly lived
stuck 
like
a polished shield / a war medal
on
a dead rock face
justifying
your
empty
boots
and dull life

youre
just like us all - living jism
helpless
and
all day waiting
for
the sweetness of laying the used bones down at night

but
you cant accept your bland position in the chaos
in 
the working mush 
and the city mould

thats
all

city of the bread from thedailymail

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