ON THIS SPINNING ROCK OF TREES

dont
get
me
wrong

we ARE 

brewing up 

a Bad Storm
in a sports direct mug

but lets get over ourselves
& read the room

cos theres an elephant in here
burning

HARBINGES

the elephant cry
of the bin trucks
in a dim grey dawn

harbinges

the existential wordless wail
of
a
breathless 

coughing
uncomprehending 

child

going back to school

in new stiff shoes

SIT ON THEIR BACKS & DONT LOOK DOWN

how DO you write a poem ?
the poet asks google

finding no shame
in such
a tumbling down

tools are tools are tools

& the elephant in the room
shes been there too long
& all her calves are grown

NEW YEAR POPLINGS 1

baby breezes play
half-hearted
in the bare black trees

&
it doesnt matter
if theres a squirrel

or not


~

the elephant call
of the dustman truck
&
my hellacious knee

ennui / dread / doom scroll

new year

like your belt missed a loop

BIOLOGY & HEADLINES

   brain from 
  abattoir pig

unsustainably revived

 my veins 
are 
a web of 
toothless 
     cold


~


brontes hair
  found 
  in an
attic locket ring

  happy days  cash in

    my 
   heart 
 is that 
     of an 

elephant sloth

  ( possibly  probably

     i
    cannot rule it out )


~


    & 
legs now 
   are
primitive
holograms
   of 
wobble
   & 
interference

warning  warning  warning

    here comes 
     a
  Pollen  Bomb

in the low level exhaust pipe sky


~


   i 
stumble afloat

  on habit  on love
  on mission
     &
 stimulants

under evil evil blue

missing man
not seen
for a month

well duh

from theheizenbergeffect.wordpress.com

WAITING ON ANOTHER ELVIS DAWN

that cut grass smell
is
a
sip from yesterdays rainbow

and
next door
they
all
gone
out

taking their racket elsewhere

and all our doors and windows
are
open

and the peace is palpable

an elephant on the lawn

~

time was
summer nights
falling sun
felt like magic

or magics shadow

it was like watching a cats tail
sliding away
thru the door

and it left the hint of a spell
on the warm cement
to
drink
to

and
id
drink
to 
it

spilling my brain all over the black

waiting  
on
another
crystal dawn

that wasnt so much magic
as a reward

or red cross relief

and
there
was
elvis
on the radio

singing like he did
like he still does

elvis in 1973 from picmonkey.com