POOR SPROGS

what

were

the salt of the earth

are

now

salting the earth

their poor sprogs
must eat live & die on

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

THE NAVY WAY

 

the eye level fire
of the winter dawn

will make relief art

of the ripped tarmac 

on the deteriorating road

i walk down thinking

of 

earth & light

sun & wings

& all the different versions

of the navy way

IT WAS THE SUIT DID IT

without telling you my calendar age

please take my word for it
when i say
i saw myself 

there in the the mirror today
& 

for maybe the first time

saw not only

the approximation
of a full grown man

but

one

also

still

deep in the uphill drag 

on 

the 

tilt & slide of the earth

~

it was the suit did it

pinning me down

in a pigeon hole

&

pulling my frays inside

OSMOSIS BUFFET VOL 5

vicarious darkness dances
on
the
tip
of
my
mind-tongue today

watch out -

the humans are behind us

~

roger corman horrorshow

broadcast hard

into

my 

101 frontal lobes

watch out -

our tarnished jewel

burns at your six


~

backlit shadow-boats

rock on their ropes

in the will-o-wisp night

turn around -

lifes behind you

natch

photo by Guillaume de Germain on Unsplash

REPORT FILING THESE DAYS

the
dust is filed
by
caretakers
now

curaters
forever
out
of
town

i can feel the sky
holding back
its greif
&
the earth
breath in
to gasp

& 
i accept
all the 
small gifts
that come

from ebay.com

CURATION GENERATION POP

earth now-

archive of war
push notified

a museum- 
20th c dedicated wing
expansion planned

nostalgia
rolling
cash cow 

loose ends gelling

~

we
watch 

thru a glass hole

clutched
in
claws & palm

a push notified
curation generation

from weekendnotes.co.uk

MATTE FINISH

can i really

pluck
my
future
from
a
sky
identical to itself ?

i both thrive and rot
in ancestors earthy shadow

maybe
its
not
my
dreams
i dream at night

and the possibilities
that begin there . . .

need a matte finish
no bling necessary

take the fake sparkle
from the lying stars

they promise nothing and everything

daft distances away

from 
earths 
blue 
lidless lid

pic from slate.com

SPECIAL DIETARY NEEDS

guts
of
the
world
shifting

( guessing here )

angry wearing cement
burnt thru the bonnet
by chemical sanitation

soon
move
her
massive
mighty
bowels

( my opinion )

her self defence pepper spray
vs
our concrete underground car stack
equals
last youtube star

~

us-
too stuffed 
to
notice

too starving
to care

( every shade in between )

suffer a sad salad
for
a
day
atop a hill of bones

all of you

( except for 
  special dietary needs
  or religious holiday )

~

theres plastic clots
under the sunshine rug

our bitten mother
tied and 
whipped and 
wild and

she would knocks us down
for the hungry homeless animals

their silent worship wins

from foodbeast.com

THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN SPEAKING

the
thrust
of
the
girth of earth
on
the
back gardens rough lawn

is unignorable

is wet green 

is
u n b e l i e v a b l e

i am poised there
on the nose
of
our
great round rocket

legs braced and bent
like a figurehead
in the storm prow

tip of the spear
i
am
the
tip of the spear 

and
the 
bathroom bin
cotton ball
clouds 

they run run run
like theyre late

or
gone
stark
mad
with it all

from pittwateronlinenews.com

TWO HAIKU

DOUBLE GLAZING


outdoors is silent

its double glazing doing that 

                   its
                 double
                 glazing 




MILTON KEYNES


i hear earth        
spin its 

          resigned tired diagram 

  beat by
milton keynes

from open.edu

MO' WORLD POPS

DYSTOPIA

dystopia oh dystopia

spank
me
in
the
town
square

for my disbelief
and
download
deficit


SOME OUTSIDE

my
morning
mercy
mission
in
the
murky mist

is a few steps
for
that fresh air 
on
real soil thats our home
in
space



ARSE ABOUT TIT

they paved our garden

cut it with
malls and motorways

now they plan
to
plant  nuture  grow

new gardens

on
dead
space
rocks



ARSE ABOUT TIT AGAIN

white coats in money labs
race
to
create
a
new 
people

more machines 

without fucking

 ( why ?  when we are legion
   and
   paddleless
   in
   shit creek )

from decadesofhorror.com

DARK WAS THE NIGHT, COLD WAS THE GROUND

so far
even
the 
greatest artistic triumphs
have
merely
been
on
earth

except for Voyagers Golden Disc 

 from science.howstuffworks.com

NATURE FOOL 1

we'd rather
sit
on
our
parquet
and
deep pile
under insulated roofs
with
our
electric tickles
and
dry wall distractions 
missing
all
the
essential 
information 
that
hangs
on the scented air 

SO 

i go walk barefoot
on
my
frosty
lawn ...

  

from koopmanblog

EARTH ON A LIST

one glimpse
and
the
aliens
write
POSSIBLE FOOD SOURCE - LAST RESORT
and
hurry
to
hide
their
silver ship
in
solar filaments

from airyear.com

ALIENS/ANGELS AND THE ARTIST

the artist didnt know who they were but he called them.
everything was done.
he was due his payday.
he called them, the angels/aliens, whoever, and they came to see.
he'd met them, well it was weird.
enough to say he met them.
their taste in art was expansive and he had an idea.
he had technology too. 
physics was his slave and the angels/aliens had promised him Paradise Now.
the artist went to work.
he froze the earth.
or rather he froze all the things that make up time.
or rather he slowed them down.
a lot.
weather cycles, metabolisms, chemical interactions.
slowed done.
a lot.
so it looked like the earth was frozen.
he created a still three dimensional living diorama of everything on earth.
the couples in bed frozen at the moments of conception.
the criminals trapped guilty in a still orgy of evidence.
rockets firing with frozen flame.
in hospitals and retirement homes the instant of death captured.
all it.
all you can think of.
the fairytale moments with kids in the sun with drifting blossom.
the moments minds were lost and hearts broken.
car crashes and tumbling planes.
the miracles and the mundane.
he'd dome it.
he called it Earth.
and the artist called them and they came to see.
they were pleased.
Paradise Now he asked?
Paradise Now they said.
they put the artist on the moon in a glass room of money.
there was a plaque that said Artist and his name down by his shoes.
the angels/aliens renamed the work Losers.
they brought all their school children to see.
then they moved on.