Showing posts with label denim. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 26 November 2024

FOOD COURT MUSINGS





if young me from back then
saw this me right here now

what would he reckon ?

i reckon he would appreciate
my silence & the sunglasses
my boots & this hash brown

but anyway
what the feck can he know ?

the jefferson airplane
red stripe & rum muthafecker

all loose change & clippers
shell-top trainers & time

in two hoodies two hoodies
& those gig patinaed 501s

~

well 
my 
nothing & nowhere 10 AM 
dim lit mall fug morning
of right now

matches his 
ditto
from back then 

oh so perfectly
that together 
we both smile







Thursday, 28 March 2024

TRIUMPH GAS TANK




the universe 
reaches
from inside of you
to wherever forever
& i would kick myself
if my time tickered out
before its secrets were out
& it built a bonfire of paradigms
& steve mcqueen returned to light it

like he returned
with free razors & bulk soap
to
his
old
kids home

one red shirt collar tip
pocking out
a mustard sweaters crew neck

beat up triumph gas tank 
between his denim legs

hollywood in his hip pocket











Thursday, 28 July 2022

FYI (THE MALKOVICH SHUFFLE)



i dont know if you remember 
john malkovich
in the assassination flick 
In The Line of Fire

when hes standing on a street corner
bad wig / gold tooth / double denim

hes watching eastwood at work 
&
of course eastwood spots him

the disguise ENSURES he stands out

well he sways from side side
rocks on his heels all weird like

& i do that
when i am standing around
in the post office
in the bank queue
done that since i saw it

rock on my heels all weird

thanks for listening







Wednesday, 5 June 2019

CHILD INSIDE




like a tree does
he
layered
a
man
around himself

from
laughter & denim
from
night-smoke & circus mirrors

collecting
small collections
of
glass & steel

&
he raped the void
with
sarcastic rebar

soft & hiding
on the
hard train

rolling rolling
magnetic
tape

~

sometimes he calls up
how did i do ?

you did ok
i tell him

careful not to hurt
his delicate feelings

but i miss you





If Trees Could Talk | MIZZOU Magazine

from mizzoumag.missouri.edu

Thursday, 18 April 2019

SUGAR MOUNTAIN




    that
fiery blowhole spume 
unkowable & barbed
wired in denim tubes

beak-hole 
slug-trail
bottled milk
on the 
get home
dawn doorstep

    that
intradimensional
mad
light

    that 
    was
my sugar mountain

i can see it from here


~


    here-
jelly on a marrowbone stick
bully beef belly
under a check shirt tent

teenage residue
&
the 20s tidemark 
call for validation
call for recognition
grip slipping 
on the
middle age
bitter valley 
hillside

my sugar mountain-

    can
   see it
  from here


~


    here-
hyper reality slips in
on a backbrain shoehorn

echoes
round
the
normal
chambers

painting mundane hours
a different colour weird

    its 
stoned-eye overhang
of 3 AM underside 
drunk & glowing
in the face
of warning alarms

    well 
i woke up in the future

& my sugar mountain . . .

    i can 
    see it
   from here





How to Kick the Sugar Habit « Featured « Sylvia Browder's

from sylviabrowder.com

Friday, 22 June 2018

TWO ZEN POPS




ZEN POP THE 1ST

i rewound my accelerator

i smelt the coffee
i smelt the roses
i took a pinch of salt

i held it all motionless

with plastic zen

in the cubicle privacy
of shrubs and fences

in the shade



ZEN POP THE 2ND

the first time
i wore
blue jeans

i knew
i had
arrived

imported workwear
child sewn
prison worn

plastic zen 
stonewashed
selvedge
jimmy dean





A Mythical Monkey writes about the movies: The Katie-Bar ...

from muthicalmonkey.blogspot.com

Tuesday, 5 June 2018

SKUNK KAPOW




the
unremarkable tourist / townie
waterside
bar

was hilarious

till dusk

then-
became
doom heavy
frontier scene

i heard bells

morricone bells

tolling
for thee and for thy
and for cheyenne

~

morricone bells

bunker down
in boat cabin
now

i cried
demanding
we leave

drink up
eyes down

~

boat cabin-
we played the floyd of the day

tigers
ears
sprouted
from
unhacked indie curls

all
our
jeans
dancing
with
dense blue cartoons

~

endless
restless
forever
movement
in
stonewash
weave

i
only
needed
half an eye







1969, Once Upon a Time in the West: Set Design , Cinema ...

from theredlist.com

Tuesday, 22 May 2018

BEDROOM LANDS 4



RIZLA

same smell 
of MFI MDF

same stolen
brown laminate 
canteen trays

but
a 
different 

rainbow of rizla



CIGARETTES

with six
types of weed

i would cry
accidentally on speed

its 
more damn cigarettes
i need




ADIDAS

all
the
reformed monsters
got 
the
same
denim
on

subpop shirts

competing rubber-toe adidas
ripcurl
on 
coiled 
cable 
carpet



CABLES

snake atrophy

twist like art
to
vhs and crt

and back-of-a-lorry
monitor audio cones

plastic rivers
thru 
the 
kipple crumbs and carcinogens
of 
one-room 
living




SHOE RULES

smell-
different washing machine protocol

different shoe rules
differently observed

same mellow smoke billow
hugs same artex

same hot rocks
puncture different pillow

same empties
ashtary sentries
on the floor



HIGH

and
my
face was weird
in
the 
watermark mirrors
of
different bathrooms
different light

wasted and drained

pale and bombastic

high






Want to Feel High? 7 different ways to get a kick without ...

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Monday, 23 April 2018

BEDROOM LANDS 1




DIFFERENT 
BEDROOM

same take-out number
scratched on a 
different stash box

different tv remote
on the same cd pile

playstation controllers
scattered 
around
the secrets under the bed



BEDROOM
LANDS

cordless
landline

calling
carpet witnesses 

in the bedspread rye



DENIM
HALLELUJAH

new music to show
hash blims to share

walkman loaded
for the night time
to and fro

NEVER
enough
cigarettes
tho

in the 
bedroom lands
kipple array

of the 90s
denim 
hallelujah 
days





The History of PlayStation Ads: PSOne

from playstationlifestyle.net

Monday, 25 September 2017

PROB SAID IT ALL BEFORE BUT



1. OUTSIDE THE BOOZE MACHINE

youre in love
if
that
FM
MOR
that used to be
lazy
offensive
chaff
for the losers
outside the booze machine

now makes simple sense

cos youre in the club now

and like a child
grasping the 1 2 3s 

you
learnt 
the 
code



2. WOULDNT ASK WOULDNT LISTEN

if a younger me 
(dying in denim every day) 
met the older me 
(alive in elastic comfort)

be like
hash sparks 
clashing with 
the codeine blues

he wouldnt ask 
and
he wouldnt listen
to any wisdom 
id fake out
of my back pocket

i couldnt expect him too

i remember his box

but i like to think
he would at least say

nice trainers

and

exactly 15% of your records are cool

before he was quickly
on his way



3. THE BEIGE BRIGADE

theres a man in pale beige
60 odd
a polo shirt 80s striped 
wash faded
into
the
colour of the moon

he lifts a daily mail
out the stand
like its a birth right

he gives each page
exactly the same 
amount of time and attention

over eggs and bacon and tea
in the tesco cafe level 1

he looks up periodically
with suspicion
with superiority
laced with classic hp and fear

and i hope 
when he gets back 
to his greasy armchair
waiting in his terrace hole
his
wife
will
tell him to belt up 
and
put
that
shit
rag
down



4. TO BE A BEAST

got sweat shop rags on

coffee in a forever bucket

wondering 
about  
function creep
endor
and
operation paperclip

and later therell be meat
metallic
from 
screams and steroids

but its good
to be a beast
eating a beast

and i toe the line
and i toe the rag
and if i done everything i could
then everythings done me too



5. ENTROPY ?

i feel flat
and disarranged  
as a kids
fridge door scrawl

all
my
thoughts squeezed out
into
a
single
speech
bubble
that
says
?
in wobbly crayon

 


Image result for levi denim

from the telegraph.co.uk


Thursday, 12 January 2017

NIGHT KNOWS MY NAME



  the outdoor midnight
 of  devil soup and sky 
          misses me
  like i was 
       its  red right hand

 hiding out loud in church silence
  all the houses looking toy small
    we  had  imprinted

     i left  something there

  left  a part of me there

    the part of me
  that always  wore denim
   a  safety pin 
     in my wallet

 i crack the bedtime window now
      to still smell 
    its shadow and size
        its monochrome buffet 

      and so its not alone
    with  the backfence madness
       and wasted confessions
            we   shared


Image result for night uk

from bbc.co.uk



Thursday, 17 November 2016

VICTORIA AVENUE



  how 
  my 
meat tower balances itself 
on 
hearsay 
pale legs 
knees of fire

  how 
  my 
water brain builds reality 
from
wallpaper
denim 
blockpaving 

  how 
  the 
abyss stays beneath
the 
citalopram 
bath tub 
dirt line

these are things i ponder - ego distraction 
                            amateur analysis
in 
an 
escaping dusk
as
i
haunt familiar avenues
with
ear phones in and pod on shuffle
and
no expression at all - foot then other foot 
                       is all enough for me

noticing 
railway terraces 
  of old brick
closed churches 
  of graffiti boards
thin alleys 
  winding up hill
dead banks 
  shut eyes
new builds 
  vain glass
and
plastic fencing
  putting wood
  out of a job

  that
  i 
hardly really ever 
noticed 
before




Image result for victoria avenue stanford le hope essex

from www.primelocation.com