THE FOREST MOONS & HAPPY SEAS

stretched out 

in the darkness

listening to 

our beige hum 

& dogs barking 

garden fences away

~

& i fall 

into a dream 

of forest moons
that only yield
to happy seas
in the doldrums 

of their equator

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

OFFCUT POSEY No 25

now shit !
someones there
somethings behind me

but no

here its excess dressing gown fluff
nodding on my shoulder
in the kitchen thermals

but it might not have been
you know ?

not in this nanodrone
future soup dream

BODY HOGAKU DREAM

i
had

a
dream
about
my
anus
being like the opening
of a drawstring bag

puckered loose rim

& a meaty cord

like an umbilical

~

then

i 

am

at a sailing school
&

today is non-jamming hitches

MIXED MEDS & PHILIP K DICK

it was a night of dreams

identity drama
in 

the 

dull theft of night

i blame mixed meds
&
the 

philip k dick stories

that i absorb
more thru osmosis
than normal reading

he would approve

~

dreamed i was
squat & stocky
in boxy work clothes
of dusty prison blue
with a flat pan of face
all underground pale
in the morning mirror
eyes there 

the colour of sickly chocolate
taking it all in again

resigned & resilient

a short black fringe

straight & clumped & default
with solid white roots
showing underneath
when the train wind blew
& the black hair rose

like a rigid wing
on the commuter platform
among many heavy stares

SPECTRAL OPERAS DOUBTFUL CREATURES

doubtful
creatures
spawn
in
the
kaleidoscope
inside
the
half-dream
eyelids

they perform
their nonsense
plays there

acting like
i know who they are

MY COMA DREAM BUDDIES

the number of times
i have hit my head

makes me wonder
if this internet lark
is not my 1990s coma dream

i will miss you all
if i wake up
& find it is

look after yourselves
my coma dream buddies

have no doubt 

i will 

hit my head 

again soon

FRAG 23

 

a book for my teeth

story time . . .

or a movie on the screen
for me to dream on

waiting on the flow

hunting the flow

to empty times 

jagged pockets

& deliver a thoughtpop

to scribble & know

AI FRAG

google search prayers

teaching 

chatbots
our shit 

thru a pentaprism

& innocent & not

fotor dream wombo fun
colours it in

in sickly new dawn shades

SCREEN BURN FADED

cant recall all of this poem -

i was napping
& its screen burn faded
into dreams
of victorian era 

whisky heists

but it ended like this -

'wild & loose

 on

 the
 lsd spiderweb tangle
 of
 englands roving roads'

its beginning 

forever lost 

to the ether

COMMUNIST RHAPSODY \ BOHEMIAN ANOMALY

again
i wake up
with freddie mercury

hitting those notes

where my thoughts

could be

& i remember dreaming
of the famous communists
i took to my beach house

i explained coastal erosion

&
tv pc screen resolution

to their fur hat 

& pipe smoking

stereotype

queens greatest hits 

blending organic 

with the tides moon pull

a construed smell of vienna

& the gulls beat of wings

AN IMPOSSIBLE PONDER

older now
&
i look back
&
i wonder

if i am anywhere close
to how the younger me

had dreamed
or hoped
he would be

but i am too scared to look

& i remember now - so was he

OSMOSIS BUFFET VOL 3

i make a tenuous peace
its generous & poetical

theres dream faces on the pillow
as nightmares pound my heart

& a contact strip of birds

hangs outside the window

in 

dawns 

slo mo flash

~

i am not the child i used to be

i grew round him like a tree

autopsy will find 

my / his 

paddington ringer t

photo by Joe Dudeck on Unsplash

MORNING POP

i 

wake 

in 

that
familiar fugly unfunk

sickness rebooted

&

dream fringes lurking -

baby in a matchbox / a car came thru the wall

lets leave that there

~

 

a Box of Rain is dancing in my ears
& 

again

once i made it there

i thank o holy whofuckingever
for shower technology
for water itself

&

the thick black coffee

waiting by the glass typer

hoping my fingers

will talk to

my mind today

photo Coffee Again from the Dagenham Archive

PILL BOX POP No149

when you cant see the good

& nothing is sure

& every party is just a meeting

 

beautiful self

remember to play

& photograph

& commemorate

childsmitten

with

dream instinct

&

just because

A DREAM OF PANIC & MADNESS

i had a dream with a voice-over
it was murdery dream

full of panic & madness

chanting in the streets
riot fences
government overreach

the voice-over 

was part narrator 

part news anchor

& described the deliberate 

& deceptive planted evidence

wendys brother was there
i couldnt save him - maybe i was him

& i woke to birdsong

eno notes

& the homey cough & rumble 

of morning starting cars

from the telegraph.co.uk

HYPER REALITY & OTHER POPLINGS

into

the

hyper reality

of

flu stuffed ears

the bathroom echoes

horror film sinister

with

fever

dream

hints

on the fisheye periphery

~

ever

got

exactly what you wanted

& 
found it

sad as a sandwich crust

on

top

a

rainblown

highstreet

waste

bin

moist in a fag butt puddle 
ham fat skein by its side 

~

we are mammals

fucking oblivious 
by the interspace highway

hitching for a strange delusion

south or north
or

up or down

thumb stuck up
for sucking

from amazon.com

2016 END GAME

six green parakeets
appear
in
the 
bare branches
of
the apple tree

the toaster shorts out 
the house electrics

this happens 
almost
simultaneously

the parakeets
are arranged
like a half moon

i find an envelope
id written envelope on

i now have 
an electronic
nicotine machine

nan nods off eternal

i dream in black & white

validated by 
the brothers
in the print shop

no film is too shit
no codeine too large

& 
the parakeets
like a hive mind
leave as one
over
warhol slats
&
peterhoff tiles

alien green
against 
english
dishcloth
grey

from parakeetcare.org

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

SOME TUESDAY POPS

DREAM

in my
daytime collapse
sunlit dreams
i saw

scratch & sniff satan
paint black paint on

his
hijacked
darkside
albert hall



PITEOUS GRATITUDE

the rain clouds
thin at dusk

thick sky tho
just four stars

false dawn is a halo smear
sodden fabric wont catch

& sometimes unbelievable sunshine
comes in thru the morning windows

the sick & unsick
are 
piteously grateful 
for 
the 
sour lemon sun



SANITY HEARINGS

only see 
in clear 
blacks & whites

when
its
all
gone
all
black

& the white light then
is the gone days
or
others
easy
tv
glow



CHESSBOARD - BABY JOHANSEN

baby johansen says-

  papa
  whys
  the
  humping black darkness

  easier to hold onto

  than
  the
  float
  of
  white
  light
  ?

papa say-

  . . . bad genes ?

from deposit photos.com