TEFLON DUMP

 

i
am
sad
about
sickness & death
& i miss my friend

said the writer
in
a
plain language jag

clean as a teflon dump

& no blooms or buds needed 

on the darkness branches

to ratify & beautify 

her inevitable fall of bones

 

BEREAVED IN RAGS

 

he saw theyre serving 

lobster bisque & onion soup
up on the ISS tonight

& it reminds him

he says
of Gil Scott-Herons poem
Whitey On The Moon

& he tries to remember

he says

that maybe not everything in the sky

means death all the time

as he waits

out the night

bereaved in rags

FRECKLES OF THE SUNDOGS

cull words

out the waiting life

        calling death



cull words

   hunt them

   in
   the
   freckles of the sundogs

STOLE OURSELVES

 

the clock thuds

fekking lump hammer on my anvil skull

anvil ?

fekking salmonella eggshell

but its not its fault -

i put the battery in it
like i can measure time

our arrogance !
mine . . .

do the clocks thud like this
across town ?

taking
taking
taking

everybodys lovetime away


~

countdown & reminder

black choppers incoming

failing plumbing

the clock thuds 

thud thud thud

deaths footfalls - ha !

why not ?

or
just

another

reductive
machine

we stole ourselves with

photo Widescreen Rooftop Blues courtesy of the Dagenham Archive

FAMILY DOORS - FOR ALL THE SCARED & BEREAVED

death is gaining

like a grandmother 

making amends

for forgotten sweets

death is gaining

like a wronged librarian
hungry to eat

my backstory for breakfast

~

turn

turn & look

look

look & see

its as natural as birth

& only family doors

from bill & ted thatmomentin.com

BLUEBIRD BONES REDUX

every typo

is a

town in wales

& theres

a monster

in my chest

playing hectic percussion

on the bluebird bones

blackmailing

the

sunlit uplands

where

the

hibernating mammals

hijacked my slumber

~

well the room is there

like a flat tires

rhythmic exhaling

& death is there

its back pages

condensed & lucent

in

a

twelve minute

drive thru

crematorium

&

the thin smoke of bones

is

forgetting itself

&

dissolving in glyphs

up there

in the grey bluebird sky

pic from reddit

SMALL RHYME

that invisible din
overloads
open minds 

forecasts cut to zero

well -
german philosophers

spring to mind

no lessons less moderate

i hope 
the end 
is kind 

bar fight death in butlins

you young activists
good luck
its time

warming up still vital

from thevaliens.com

MOVIE POPS & A BOOK POP

DEATH AND THE PENGUIN

penguin at the graveside
hired
tired
paid
to wake them
on their way

dont ask
youre working youre alive
dont ask
youre writing youll survive

penguin in the graveyard
his work is not hard
fish fed and under stars

dont ask
youre working youll thrive
if you dont know
wont have to hide

penguin plays his part
stood still in the rain
falls ill
in pain
needs a transplant
mourners acquire a childs heart

but you looked in the bottom drawer
found out
safe no more
and now must wangle
a plane
to antartica

from goodreads.com

UNFORGIVEN POPS


1.

film
on
broadcast
tv

saw it 
on release 
1992

high & awed
a western

get in
i remember thinking

get in


2.

i remember
the bits we liked

& like them again

i remember
the bits we laughed at
afterwards
in a hatchback
knee deep
in fast food kipple

with friends

i dont see

anymore



3.

hes big
hes broken
hes bent over

hes sick
in the rain
in a strange town

he sees a ghost - hendershot

but he aint like that anymore


5.

he dreams -

the 
angel of death
has 
snake eyes

but
he aint like that 

anymore ?

from theredlist.com

THOUGHTS AFTER READING

1. FIVE SECONDS


our

undrilled

heads

sealed six times

always five seconds away

from 
death or fortune 
or nothing

are wet inside

grasping
and

undergrown




2. BOWIE


what

you

all

call

Art

i say

is the Result of Itself

and

only

bowie himself

is

allowed

to

challenge that

painting by bowie from demilked.com

FACE THE FACTS AND ACT ?

mental asylum graffiti from photorator.com

LIKE FARTS

pressure builds
like stormhead

then releases
like avalanche

like life does
like farts do

like the week does
into weekend

like death is

cos death
is breathing out

if
its
anything

pic from homeadditionsremodelling.com

O YOU STREET MAMMAL YOU

o you street mammal you

of rigorous toy
and
of rigorous tit

you hitch velcro fastened pig skin
in wasted genius paws

you hang 
a nylon strip neckwise
and pointing
d
o
w
n
to the shame mistake

and go out that way

an ordinary murder
l homme flavoured fodder

into
the 
byzantine turnstiles

~

you meat tower you
uncured on
calf leather shoes

o you mammal you
streetside in another animals
repurposed hooves
to scuff along broadway
in the tease breeze of payday

you display such epic lack
flush with your guff 
and 

g  o  n  e 

with stuff

~

o you night mammal you
fermenting gallons
in
your
muffined gas bag

o you mammal
you flannel
you dishcloth
you tea towel and pocket watch

kept on the dresser
for the soldier who never
came
   k
  c
 a
b
from the mud o mud o mud
of the trench o clock everydays
that a red flower will do

~

come out

you city monkey 
you cutlery beast

it must be so thoroughly dark in there

you       t  h  r 
hide    n          o
your   u              w
                       n 
                       turds
in the stone underground

come real size
come for lunch
stay for the weekend
naked

naked
like when you sleep

~

like when you sleep
plastic tags on the sideboard
and
blown of mind

blown of mind
o you mindless mammal you

you collapse and heave 
in 
brushed cotton-picked cotton

broadcasting
in the radius
with the si
           i
            i
             ighs and snores

half calling unnames in the dark

of the timeout death 
of the sleeping song

from pinterest

RIDE

its a psychotic ride

ordinary murder

in the bushcraft vacuum

and theres

amazing views

amazing views

on

this

death trip

thru

natures indifferent glance

and

out cements hard backside

and the night is the arse of the day

if the day is a payday loan

deep in the plastic heart

of neon darkness

its

the most naked

that

wear

the most expensive

under

a sun made from bubble wrap

in the bingo ballroom

and the old gods 

gave way to nothing

to our nothing

at all

and we all shout

death is for losers

knocking on that very door

pic from bbc.co.uk

FICTION POP 5 GUNNY

DIE WHY ? (exploded haiku)

why does the man die ?
mummy cant really answer
police 
tape's 
like 
bees !

from abc11.com

OLD MOVIES

i watch old movies
for
Connerys eyebrows
for
the
impossible
sixties
concave bellies 
- breath out Ursula !

- fetch my shoes 
says Connery 
in 
matching pale blue
to
John Kitzmuller
in
bad fitting red 
- a symbol of his death
by
fire

and
then
hes
never
mentioned
again

from fledglingmixologista

BIG STUPID

between
the
crap-shoot of soft health 
and 
feet-up backroom tardiness
the 
hot lust for nothing 
but

Big Peace and salty carbs

is

derailed like a movie train

by

anxiety news of money and murder

and

the

military drums bang-banging

a

white noise whine-hum anthem

of 

World and War and Waste

and 

avoidable mental disaster - its the Big Stupid 

getting

in 

the 

way

of

simple ideas that pass for easy dreams

like

road block uniforms on imagined borders

that

keep

our

debated souls burning

between

the

missed somethings and avoided anythings

of

essential school-broken futility 

in 

the 

drunk stumble steps

that

pose

as

time - the unstoppable journey

to

unscared 

death 

 from healthhabits.ca

DEATH IS THERE LIKE A FLAT TYRE IS THERE (BUCKOWSKI)

when our dark troll-brain
is
up
for
air
breathing gas on the limping world 

we'll say - NOTHING has any point 

NOTHING

at

all


but 
thats half-a-thought - if our cold skull meant it
we'd die off a high river bridge
before 
they hung the suicide nets up

so we tolerate our chilled distaste
and
tan our pale sick selves
in
others 
unfathomable
light - not worrying ! NOT WORRYING at all
at 
the faceless faces 
of
chain 
stores / hotels / coffee bars looping the globe
unrolled from imported bales
like 
Chism's 
sharp
wire
and tho the rich throw us balls and guns and easy brown targets
to
make 
us 
feel 
fighting righteous in the ad breaks - dont worry
DONT WORRY
at
all

no - we create rituals
to
blow smoke on

in 
the warm silent nights
and
we play in the day
under swinging washing
and 
the yellow ball of sun 
wondering and waiting
for
the
death - an anticlimax for sure
like
a
third movie sequel
with
an unknown cast
in
miserable inappropriate black

from abc7news.com

LEVEL B

three of us
in
store room hospital level B
rain 
touching 
finger smeared panes and memories

ones a physiologist
calls a patient
on
the 
landline
bad readings on his thingummy
can you get in this afternoon?

ones an auditor
scans pacemaker barcodes
taps a silver netbook
mutters in welsh

me leaning back on a busted office chair
till
i
see
wonky pitted ceiling tiles
fiddle with my collar

and we all got balls
and we all got hard livers
and we all got mild perversions
and we all one day will die
and
this
room
too
will one day
be
only
dust

image; ingoldthoughts, wordpress

KNACKERED CUTLERY MONKEY

buddy
bruv
boss
mr

friend lover
son brother

rock
flake
fake
and wonder

child or moody oldster

i been all these
and more

like

boozehound
shithawk 
scruffy fuck

no surprise i'm tired
and thinking death BETTER 
be
an
a nice
old
folks home
with good chairs
and
one
name