WAIT, YOU GET A MANUAL ?

earth

where nothing is sacred
& 

every perversion is justified

if you got 

the cheese & the noise 

or an army & a name 

tho they dont put that

in the manual do they ?

~

but just look 
at the ragtag cornucopia 

of the night city scenery 

& hilltop views

& the small people there

hearts mountain big

praying in the dirt for a dream

DREAMING WITH STEPHEN & JOHN

they flee from the city
with feet lit crimson
& headlights in their hands

& happy clouds will love you
& the storm clouds match your gloom

& the stark scaffold of nude timbers
where words dwell with their ink 

welcome you in quiet moderation

then spurned

with no why 

they chase you 

thru the mist

to the beach at the end of the world
& you lunge
at a loss
into the weak grey surf

& you land home
to the windows & the colour
& what 

you say 

in the 

stephen king & john carpenter 

was that ?

COCA COLA MILKSHAKE

 

coca cola
milkshake clouds
saturate
an umber lid of sky

w   i   d   e

as a road movie
highway horizon

where the distant city
is a crust edge
of stale comestible
&
your wake
a diaspora tail

 

JUST SO MUCH PAPER

 

my 

cardboard folder of poems

was 

suddenly just so much paper

& i took my hand 

to the train station home

in the tunnel vision

of october dusk

the 

city laughing

in 

alfresco clots

OUT OUT AND OTHER MY-KUS

 

read up 

&

up game

reset the rock dominos

play a fresh hand

~

all the glass is second hand

i wonder - 

does the city miss me ?

~

 get out / out-out

 out-out ?

   

not so easy & anyway - 

you seen it out there ?

DIAGRAM OF A STREET 2/2

new flats
have off road parking

if you drive
a matchbox

~

the creche is closed

its night

i cant picture it
any other way

~

social clubs
beer garden
attempts privacy
with
cable-tied 
homebase bamboo

~

glut of smoke
clot of perfume

in a cloud
round their
exit cab

~

heart attacks 
sign in

for ale
babycham

meat in the raffle

~

faceless rear
of 
high street shops
is
looming
barracks 
of drek

~

behind it all
the wasted scrub
is horseless now

and the train line there

goes to the city
or the sea

from theothersideofthepillow.com

JUST LIKE THE REST OF US

   and god 
   
   he 
   thinks 
   hes 

piecing together 
another premadonna
in his giant playground game

    when
    hes
    just 
  lost his car

    just
  like the rest of us

somewhere in the night time 
     shopping mall 
     carpark city

and 
forgotten all our names

pic from happyhiatt.com

UNICORNS IN THE SLAUGHTER HOUSE

so
self absorbed
are
the
unicorns in the slaughter house

appearing like a vision
six
feet
above
the killing floor 

that it doesnt break their hearts

to see the city

~

and that they dont know
means i dont know
if they should know

in
case

ignorant unicorns

dream floating
on rainbow gas

is
as
close
to
free
as
we
can
get 

~

and i am medicated and filed
and my file is tagged

- generic western
- a privileged kind of poor
- artistically marginal
- class z economic unit
- possible self help fodder
- possible drug seeking behaviour

when everyone 
going to the drs
is guilty of
drug seeking behaviour

its the western way
if
the mind is a busted tool box
filled
with
busted tools

so its scrips or the street
whatever it takes
to be a unicorn 

with a golden mane
and a tail of stars
preening
above 
the
abattoir
souls

from ebaumsworld.com

BIRDS QUADROPOP

the all-night birds
are loosing their rag
in
the
orange 
city
twilight

~

i see a bird
i watch him fly

i
will
never knowingly
see
him
again

~

the dawn racket is 
HUGE
the birds are 
HAPPY 

without 
coffee
or
the mall

~

birds 
broadcast 
their simple headlines

with
no
agenda
slant

or
money

dawn chorus by charlotte farmer from arteye-studio.co.uk