HAIKU FLUB

 

essential work flows

a river shallow from drought 

& the road trip dreams

DREAM FUDGE POP HOSPITAL

 

my old hospital super 

was oh so very sad

i see it thru the window

see her face breaking down

i bet you miss this

she says 

in a business sense

yes i say i do

& i weep too

vicariously relishing 

my own wet dissolve

because 

i only 

cry in dreams

photo - Speed #48 from the Dagenham Archive

A NIGHT POPLING

at night

fitful unsleep

& dreams are 
bad & fractured
but fleeting

like 
someone
left the horror channel on
no-budget flicks
ad heavy 
on mute


~


long
after
dawn

birds still bleat

their 
soft organic techno

from insider.com

THURSDAY POPS AGAIN

THE GOOD FIGHT

i
am

performance art

unobserved

outsider immaculate

winning
winning
winning

the only battle
there is



DID YOU ?

did
you
ever
come out of
a voting booth

and
feel
like
youd
done

anything at all ?



BEFORE BREAKFAST

dreams spill

spill over

watch out tho

if they 
dont die

before breakfast

from theguardian.com

THOUGHT POPS

monsters rule
by 
physciatric consensus

when will out come the nephilim ?

they will crumble quickly
asking for uhu glue

~

gravity is a closed window

above us is sky 
space & forever

we ride 
a heavenly fedex
to where ?

~

knee jerk bombs
face saving missiles

90 dead before breakfast

cardiac bellies
sag on the third green

~

unspecial under bricks
nature is calling

forests & streams
fill my dreams

~

stretch out
in my wifi pod

assassinated pig
on cornershop bread

mind in a gone land

~

cornershop stale chat

i shall take my silence
as a hint
to leave

~

and for one precious moment

for one precious moment

one 
precious 
moment . . .

meh

from ign.com

MOVIES RUSTY COOKIE CUTTER

movies fill holes
like tide coming in

hot woman
with a
hot man

cookie cutter heroes
lift up
mired boats again

hip beards
evil beards

required motion supplied

we all know an AK
by sight by now

a wilhelm scream
a howie long scream

a holiday sun 
beach with bar

the blue surf 
goes blood red


~

exaggeration
is
satisfaction

steampunk looking bomb
physicist gets one line

pointless twist
plot goes personal

all say-
never make it personal

a techno porn parade

~

rome

rogue dog

back story-
dont blink

every gun makes noise
when touched or moved

he follows orders
when it suits

hip beard shaved
cia like the look

evil beards stay

rogue dog shaves
has unholy practice

~

every tyre squeals
impossible on gravel

leather dufus
got keys
on neckchain

cover is marriage
no rehearsal
no trade craft

works without rings

stories in glass
are booze
in a bottle

revenge is trigger
revenge becomes work

impromptu party
drunk pratfalls

all stone cold sober
when alarm sounds

~

red-tailed hawk
castle thunder

canned dreams
for
canned dreamers

poirot looking beast
primes orion
ahead of schedule
with a nod

a goofy holler
a common loon

stealth is easy
with sound man
on your side

~

cliche is
sometime comfort

shes a goodie

shes a baddie

shes a good baddie

too deep

kill her off

no grey areas

cool watch
deep voice

mad dog meets new pup

crazy training
pays obvious dividend

~

everyone has 
a zippo to spare
come the arson scene

red trouser henchman
easy to follow
is no competition

sugar glass explodes
flag pole escape

local mob involved

veteran legend
meets mossad opposite

they compare
hip flasks

sniped-
only after
conversation

~

old wise man with beard
guides path patiently

menial help
surprise
with wisdom

tarzans jungle call
in cement landscape

venue always has room
for delta 1s 
chopper rough landing


a laughing kookaburra

nuclear bomb

under waves

detonates with
only wind

~

credits bring foreboding

i become bereft
on the sofa

bereft

we deserve a better song

but get
universal telephone ring

superhero landing

reaction shots
a shout- SHIT
on every 
traffic corner

from playz.sithari.com.au

PS

sequels hold 

inevitable disconnect

eg- die hard 2

is set in a world

where die hard

was never made

who wants to live there ?

RESIDUE

dreams lay an edge
on
us
waking

  a 
  phantom 
  who
  fades
in the face of day things 

but
is
still
there
for
breakfast

ghosts before breakfast

from

www.designcatwalk.com

SHORT ODES TO OUR LITTLE BRUMM

1. KB04

stretched out
in
the
nights
crazy
soup
i dreamt Star Wars 

light and dark / desert and snow

our 950 Corsa
was
a
droid
rolling round forests
over steel gantries

secret essential blueprints
hidden
on
the
stereo dial
next
to
Radio 2


2. PASSENGER SEAT

i 
sketch out Spain / dreams
and
the PM high street -

  shop lights nuking the dusk
  9 to 5ers
  buying
  supper
  car keys in their phone fists

while
i
sit
in
little brumms 
pushed back
passenger seat

waiting for her train
to
roll
in


3. SENTINEL

out the front

2 tires on the kerb

he
waits
all
night
for 6 AM

like a favourite pair of denims
over
the
back
of
a
chair


4. RESALE

his 
paints peeling
no 
resale value
boot 
full with 100 shopping bags

and
one of the family


5. ROUNDABOUT TOWN

and
she will drive 
little brum
over 1000 mini-roudabouts
to
get
home
for
supper
and
the night

TAKING PARTS

the night took pieces from me 
when 
i
was 

  separated shattered and solemn
  
  incandescent 
  with  
  drink

and
staring 

  munted mullered and marked 

  in accelerated
  ennui
  overdrive

at 
the 
crowded sky 
over
my 
hometown streets

i thought it held ANSWERS
there
in
the 
turned backs of clouds
and
in
the
silver phantoms of stars

  ANSWERS
  always 
  just 
out of reach

  now 
i attempt early sleep
and

  search seek and hunt

  wired
  and
  tired

for
my
lost
pieces 
in 
the
nights inbetween moments
and
in
the 
psychedelic soup of dreams

GONE FRIENDS

  gone friends
live
on
in
the dream time 
as 
long ago faces
haunting
long ago bars

  and
they swim up out of the fog
still
young
  as real as 
anything
on my tv - like a re-run
  ignorant 
of 
the 
long years
  its 
like 
they never been gone

  and all day 
i will wonder where they are
  and all day 
i will picture them knocking on my door
fat
with
a
shared past / forgiveness 
apologies / good news
and
dreams
of
me

from mediamolecule.com

MORE CAFE BLUES

  out for a bacon sarnie
in
the nowhere jobless hours
of 
a
blank cafe morning
  where
time is still finding its AM stride
in
the grey daylight stumble 
  of
  white noise
left over
from
night and dreams 
that rings in my ears 
  like
  the church bells
of the godless faithful

  workmen in stained joggers
place long take-out orders
and
a
clot of fishwives bark clipped sentences
about implants with implied judgement
  their
  miserable faces pecking at paninis 
like small troubled birds

  i
  half
  recognise them
  from
some job
i had
somewhere

from favim.com

 

THE PHONE RINGS

the phone rings
i
am
absorbed 
in some shit
in some small writing 
in the dream behind the structure 

and
i
am
surprised
when i make spoke-words understandable
into
the
living
plastic 

DREAMS LIFTED

once i had a dream
that all dreams were lifted
and
i
was
in
a
calm place 
remembering new things 
i had always known
back
where
the
world
came from 

 

 from growmelbourne.org

4th ANNIVERSARY BLOGGER 6 - SIMON CRUMP

Cheers

by

Simon Crump

 

And he always thought about her before he slept.
And he always sent her a message.
‘Send me a kiss before you sleep.’
Sometimes she did and sometimes she didn’t.
Sometimes he would cry himself to sleep.
And in his dreams they were always together and always, always kissing each other.
And in her dreams they were not always together and always, always kissing each other.
And sometimes in her dreams, she was kissing somebody else.

‘Send me a kiss before you sleep.’
Sometimes.
Sometimes.
And.
And.
Always.
Always.

‘Send me a kiss before you sleep.’

 from thewritersnote.wordpress.com