BAD NEWS ANTIDOTE, SMALL TOWN FLUFF #2

written as antidote 

to the doom faff & paff

coming up the tv pipes 

i present bland events
i call Small Town Fluff

~

the new speed bumps

have a 20 mph speed limit now

its painted in white 

on the road in front of them

it seems maybe they could have used 

the same amount of asphalt 

to plug up the craters there

so its not like driving on the moon

a new hair stylists up the road

has six months in my book

& everyone is sure its another front

run by a gangsters duck lipped wife

the postman is due today

with my 'essential medicine'

i always get a kick out of that

if only he knew !

next doors car been gone a few days

but the window is open

which always indicates he is in

& we lost interest when the car returns

& thump thump thump thump

goes the pile driver at the port

for another berth & more containers

thump thump thump thump 

also i wonder

how the hedgehogs are doing

note to self

must put out the trail cam 

THE CREATIVITY SCANDAL

 

'i'll tell you this...

no eternal reward

will forgive us now

for wasting the dawn'

                jim morrison

you know what you want to do
what you got to do

you done it in your head
& you like it

anticipation is sweet

& you know you can do it
& that is a powerful buzz

~

but powerful too
is the no
& the eurgh
& the why
& the Invisible Wall
between you & the it

& when you get thru that
& youre doing it
& youre in the saddle
& its going well
& it seems easy

then suddenly it must be trivial & trite

~

& its so easy to stop
when you done some

you know you can do it
so you can leave it

& can do it when ever you want
no problem
so why do it now ?

~

so you back burner it
& loose yourself
in the hidden cost
of the doom scroll
wasting the dawn
& your eternal reward

until it all creeps up again
& you get back to step one again
& you loop like that

all unsure & halfway stuck
gasping & farting
it out
between
awful shits
&
bad naps

SUCH A SCHEDULED & DEFINITVE & MOURNFUL STOPPING

those tv show ending songs & themes

that played out over the rolling credits
held a deep & impossible sadness

& an intense hope
for a last joke
in a last scene
after the last names ascended

& it didnt really matter 

if the show was good or not

& it didnt really matter
if i understood it or not
only that i could hide there 

inside its scripted cloak

it helped hold back

anxietys electricity slurry

& dooms gloaming worry
of going to school

that fucking zoo

the next poxy day

POP SALAD VOL 3

playing 

count the tropes

playing 

spot the unsupervised extra

looking at the camera

playing

with the rope-a-dope 

glass box today


~


he believed in personal freedom

so very much he became a policeman

specifically to let everyone get away


~


dooms riled up
&
waving his sabre 

on the pledged edge border

hes dancing on the cantilever
we built with sand & guesses

inside 

my 

regular

fever

photo Lampposts Ultimate Corruption courtesy of the Dagenham Archive

MINDFUL PM AND THE PLASTIC ZEN

the cat is snoring 
my hand rests on him 

he is a peaceful mass
unnewsed and buddha like 

sun warm thru the glass
a
n
d            a
everything h   n   s in the air
                 g

streetside auto tires humhiss 
and a vans sliding door slams

theres always a vans sliding door
being
slammed

~

inside my closed eyes
theres a kaleidoscope effect

i note it is kind of cheap

like in an old
sci fi tv show
to indicate time travel
or a warp drive

and it floods slowly with black
like an inkblot
like a stormhead
or comic book doom

there is something 
luxurious about it

and i notice it
and i let it slide
without the panic it asks for

mindful in the pm heat
plastic zen in noons hinterland

by
writing
it
down
here

from popularmechanics.com

STRING THIS PEACE ALONG ( A FOUR POP )

i am in a calm garden picture

stretched out
in 
the
shade & flies

& simple sounds are somehow doom

  its
    all 
      turned inside out

~

over the fence neighbours voices
are   
muttering unintelligible 
&
a child somewhere 
whines 
lazy & unremarkable

then a jetplane miracle 
keys gods skyblue fender - ha !
its 
rumble is late & theatrical
is 
a 
harbinger ? 

its toxic legacy is legible 

~

the 
rustle of a dirty pigeons wings
segues 
into
the
soft siren of a dove - this is peace i decide

the 
peace
before

    EndTimes 

    of 

itanks & mad weather / bodies flying like skittles

~

lets 
string 
this 
peace 
along i decide - i must stay stretched out
in
the
shade & flies

like that king who fought the tide 

from www.theminiaturespage.com