UNDERPANT BUSINESS

its like

get your nose out of

everyones underpant business

&

let the humans piss

for christs sake

cos i only want to get my washing dry*

& youre all really doing my head in

*(& dry nicely too
  & not so my tshirts
  feel like biscuits
  when i lift them off 

  the rads hot ledge)

DELIRIUM TAPAS VOL 9

red book
black cat

stars on 45

i am under the sky - duh

reduxed

&
blackmailing
the
sunlit uplands
of
soul


~


the page is dry
is old

its turning sound
heard a hundred fold

pdsa paperbacks for one hundred pence

i enjoy its sepia
that reptile texture

its smell & telling told

photo - Six Fuzztown Stoplights from the Dagenham Archive

REMINISCING 101

NINE YEARS DRY 1

nine 

years 

dry

& thirsty puns aside
theres still fruit inside

this 

fermented

sediment

shell

NINE YEARS 2 

(TO THE TUNE OF CHEST FEVER)

didnt know i was losing

didnt know my using

was really abusing

thought i was winning

thought the delusion

was my own decision

that gloves-off hard collision

of addiction 

& poison

took down my position

of political

disinhibition 

down down down down 

below the pubs

mad carpet floor

NINE YEAR HANGOVER

im a 

fine-aged 

backpage now

a 

full-bodied 

memory cow

an index 

for 

reminiscing 101

&

a

hangover nine years long  

from townandcountrymag.com

 

PICASA MADRIGALS - MOVIE POPS

LAST DRINK

me
who
called
out
WHISKY IS KING and GIN FOR PM
all
in
deadly seriousness
signed
out
on
a
night
of
white wine spritzers
for
christs sake

their weird sweet buzz 
mocked
my
crumbling netherworld
and 
that first dry evening
was
righteous
but
wrong
and
long and empty as anything can be

from iws-fla.com

RAIN (sub haiku)

i wait on the sun
cos it rains on us sometimes
and
it takes time to dry

 from hellawella.com

OLD CONTRACT IPHONE

far as i recall dino valenti was warbling out the speakers
and a silent snobbish iphone propped on hardbacks may have been taping
and
find
it
now
and
you might
find
out
what was in the Saturday Night Punch

so dino warbled - ethereal like bay mist - and we shot pool with gins and when the gin was gone 
i
conjured
like
a
miracle man
Saturday
Night
Punch

drugs filled the pauses between the frames like half time oranges and soon household implements replaced cheap cues bent like bonfire willow . . .

Saturday Night Punch was delicious - from its hefty bouquet as much as from its unexpected appearance - we were dry !
that
horrible
time of night that should never come knocking
that
sinks the stomach
and
people search out their coats
while
the brain cries out 
from
a
sudden stale ennui that Now Its Alone

i recall there were angostura bitters from a bottle sticky as honey and sloe gin - a gift tasted but unfinished - tucked in the fridge door with hot sauces - squeezed limes and ice crushed in a cloth with a steak mallet - and a fast dash of tabasco 
but
the
other
ingredients of Saturday Night Punch- for the counter top was full with
cartons and containers
and
shakers and slicers
are
lost
to
an
old
contract
iphone

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