NEW GHOSTS

too much 

kool aid about

&

too many 

different coloured pills

in

this 

godmaxxing griftosphere

to me it all looks like

2 AM kebabs for the mind

im going to stick 

with coffee & codeine

& sicknote zen 

i need that & more

much much more

if im to cope with

the new ghosts

fools done made

to run the everyday machines

MORNING SONG

again i check
the morning news
for tactical nukes 
& planet fall
or for triffids

& celestial intervention

& not finding anything

new there since midnight

i take my pills
& drink my coffee
sat at the easel

& start to try 

to make the canvas

& the summer clouds

i had painted there 

look less bloody awful

while theres still air

& a sun to see

HOT WASHED MADRAS & A CAFE HAY(NA)KU

we are joule sacs

dissembling soft scaffolds

& the wires 

& the pipes

in the sunsets rerun

& the perjury of night

~

i 

order coffee

& browse sandwiches

in 

a delicious 

soup of accents

HA(NU)KU CAFE

coffee

corner table

three line poem

ROSES & COFFEE

i am in the terminator lull

with a face full of roses

& the idiom stink of coffee

SKY PILOTS HOPES

i stand to wave 

to the silver darts 

that scratch the sky
&
i hope they nattered

taxiing for take off

about which battered hat  

i might pick out

& slap with elan

on my dome today

&

i hope they wish

they were down here

with us relaxing too

bare toes in the long grass

cinnamon rolls 

&

strawberry scones

coffee & cannabis & tea

MORNING LAWN

on the morning lawn

i genuflect to nature & mortality

if genuflection

is drinking coffee

& sitting

like the thinker

rigid & bowed 

in galaxy sized angst

out of sleep & already inside

the onion of the day

A GARDEN SCENE

& birdsong  

& wingspan mayhem

over all the seeds & sultanas

scatter dropped like a carpet bomb 

& poised & weighted

summer fruits drop

to the rag tag lawn 

of onion grass & black ant canyons

& theres my patio chair

astride lost crossword pencils

& my coffee is here & hot

& trembling in the rickety

& a car alarm

wah wah wah wah 

for twenty minutes

twenty minutes

oh man !

& two magpies yell

at a thief of a cat

SUMMERS END PT1

in the car -

coffee & 

cannabis &

watching the also-rans run around

& the water colour sky 

bleeds sunburst 

in great washes 

of god-light

over the livid bruise 

of rain clouds

& the flat slate stack 

layer caked inbetween

another retail park afternoon

appetites to sate 

at summers end

GOT NOWHERE WITH IT

in the cafe
i had coffee
at the counter
then decanted it
into a takeout cup

& took it with me
up to the field
where i stood
& looked downhill
at what i could see of the river
flowing silver behind the cranes

& thought about it all

& got nowhere with it

it has nowhere to go

THE ACTUAL DOING OF IT

 up & slow & late & hungover
    & we cook sausages
on the old split level oven
 calling out as we turned them

 show us your little pink arses

 & we eat them with eggs
  & toast & coffee & cigarettes
   & he gets his stuff together
 for going back to town
      & i boot my laptop
  & get my stuff together -
 rolling a row of cigarettes
   & placing them with a plastic lighter
    next to my tin russian ashtray

 in the spaces on the spare room desk
          & he says

 you really are a writer

   with respect & maybe awe 

    in his voice & pause
 & i cherish that moment  
     for the acknowledgement of

 The Actual Doing Of It

  over & above any results 

 or deals or hysterical lauding 

HOOVER BAG

it looks
just like
as if

god vacuumed up 

all the shavings 

& the trimmings

& all the broken pieces 

& the reject pieces

& all the dried glue curls

& the redundant gristle 

left out & scattered around his work space

with his high falutin coffee stained notes

& then later 

emptied the hoover bag
all over 

this land

hes forgot

ABOUT RESISTANCE

their resistance
is my relief

& hope got out of bed for once

& went for coffee & cigarettes

a classic breakfast

when youre sick with worry

about the oceans & the sea

YELLOW BEANIE

 

so youre wearing 

your yellow beanie

& filming it cringe style

are you ?

& 'just for getting coffee' too

well fekking done

you cliche coquette humblebrag

now get out of my phone

i am trying to watch

the world end

COFFEE STATION #4

its empty in there

& quiet

but it doesnt take cash

of course

& they put my name 

on a sticker
on the coffee cups handle

so i know who i am . . ?

& yeah i dont like that

but tbh

sitting there reading it 

well

it helped the morning happen

FROM A SUPERMARKET CAFE

coffee in a cup

&

vernacular pains

researching mushrooms

&

their pros & cons again

funeral home

built consciously 

aloom on a black tarmac rise

MORNING IN THE GARDEN HAIKU x 2

shadows on the fence

& one hundred shades of green

hot bowels waking

~

birds whistle & quip

the cat explores the clover

coffee stokes it all

SPEAKERS BLIM

never
knowing
how long it will take
for my mind to get 

online 

again

i wait wait wait
in the sunday morning of it all

coffee & a folded cat

1993 out the speakers blim

REGULAR HORROR 10

despite all the regular horror
on the phone & in the mail

i am getting up 

when i can get up

& taking my coffee 

in the gardens lush overgrow

well fed & medicated 

clothed & unbombed

thanks to the coincidence gods

of the fortune crapshoot melee 

ARRIVE WHEN I COFFEE

the acapella singer
does a private gig
in my morning head
to the fridge ping
& the car ignitions

~

dont worry about it, just write

said burroughs

well it went ok for him

with his good fuel

& shoe-money buffer

~

& the backing vocals
arrive when i coffee

the enunciation not a priority

& deliciously always 

a half beat late