HID HIS WORDS IN DIRGE

the first time i saw dylan

he was alien to me

DESIRE BOB PLAY DESIRE BOB

yelled the lunatic behind us

pissing off everyone near him

but the travelling mumbleberry
hid his words in dirge

& 

left the stage - 

left us 

with 

a 

p r o l o n g e d

double bass solo

before a mangled watchtower

~

the second time i saw dylan

i thought i was more prepared

but

his rodeo-pimp-chic

his full-on folkabilly barrage -

well i could not stop laughing

& 

i pissed off 

everyone 

near 

me

DREAM FUDGE POP DYLAN

 

the point of your brother
is to be not like you

bob dylan says to me

hes in his albert hall suit
hair nashville skyline short
&
he runs the bath taps
&
he stops the bath taps
&
he repeats this rhythmically

giving the plug hole
his interview stink eye

in the border town motel bathroom
we had crossed the manson desert to see


~


i dont think
theres water
here to spare
but

theres feedback sneers
on the dusty wind
coming in the open window

the thin curtain a wagging skein rag

so i keep my voyeur counsel

as bob is sprouting 

a blonde on blonde bouffant 


~


i dream-think i know i am dreaming

&
it takes the bite
out the ache of the cool

&
the dont-look-back backstage clash
of the zeitgeist invention tension

photo - Speed #54 from the Dagenham Archive

BREAKFAST BUFFET VOL2

 

i am lead

like plumbing

like paint

water runs coffee brown out the sad taps

poison(corn)flakes off the dry dry wall

& the snow tries - it tries

but i am tired - tired

a reformed monster / a reformed ham 

no eyes for nature 

no belly for bagels

~

theres songs waiting

for my waking instant

they autoplay

dylan today

... & gallantly handed her

my very last piece of gum ...

~

the union cables

filter in alone

in this disaster headlock

capitalism breeds fatalism

in

its

art free

dry tundra well

dont stop 

be bolder

just holler

from the moses mountain

you call your nested bed

photograph - Slot Machine courtesy of the Dagenham Archives

POPS OF DUSK & NEWS

POEMS

should read them
if you write them

said the piano child

i read norse i said

in every autumns
carnival death



NEWS IS DUSK

putins pants
on back to front

or so it looks to me

theyre purple like night

purple like dusk falling

on
adequate
gas
supply



WOODEN MOON

sounds like
news headlines 
herald winters
nuclear dark

in
tom waits
left-over
gravel voice


DISAPPOINTED JOURNO

dylan in movie set caravan

interviewed - he portraits journo

for
his
own
fridge
door

from rollingstone.com