SOME MAD SCIENCE

i know we CAN touch
& how important touching is

but i keep thinking
about how we CANT touch

how touch 

is resistance

is pushback 

from the atoms & forces

in our own reaching fingers

& upturned faces

& small animal palms

& cold night time feet

& i love me some mad science
but i cannot forgive it this

DESPERATELY IN NEED OF A STRONGER PLAN IN A DESPERATE LAND

the killer awoke before dawn

he put his turncoat on

he took two three four faces 

  from the human gallery

& he walked on 

  high fiving

down the lobbyist hall

LIKE ONLY ONCE

dont
ever think you have been forgotten
in
the grey exchange of memory trade
because
theres people out there
who
wake up remembering the faces
&
the times & the names
&
the places & the games
they
only maybe met or saw or heard

like only once before

DELIRIOUS DIVINATION VOL 5

we are a lilliputian affair

a child-drawn sun 

an unrealistic cloud

plastic & magnetted

to the fridge door

~


& the baths too hot
it just makes things worse

i 

will 

never 

ply

your

trade 

again

photo by sendi gibran on Unsplash

BETWEEN SLEEP & SIMULATED REALITY 2

& 
the wrench out
from 
such forest moss

to 
  an
    indoors
    at
    first

 u n r e c o g n i s a b l e

becomes
where
coffee 
is
headlining
this
carnival show


~


well the room is there
like a flat tire is there
like death is there
in
a
twelve minute
drive thru
crematorium

thin smoke  
forgetting itself
in the grey blue sky

from en.wikipedia.org

CRISIS EXISTENTIAL ON DISPLAY / GAGGING AT THE THOUGHT OF MILK

i couldnt believe
that i had to sit there

a   d   l
l   a   o
l   y   n
        g

with these strangers
this old woman
these weird smells

so i asked
and went to the toilets
and sat there
sat in the solitude there
in the quiet there

knowing i must go back
to that allocated chair 
to the unknowable rules
to the faces
ugly dumb crumb covered faces

back to that clinking crate
its bottles of full fat milk
dirty from the truck
and warm from the sun

i knew i had to go back
knew if i did i would cry
knew if i cried
it would feed on itself
and i would be looked at
looked at and asked 
all those unanswerable questions

on display and out of the loop
gagging at the thought of milk

at school
1978

from cpfc.org

PEAK OF CIVILISATION

i
have
8
day dreams
before
i
got
the first coffee down me
and
the
shower on
at the wall

a
mashpot
of
dark fantasy
and
last weeks movies
with
faces 
from 
the Then and the Now
playing
bit
parts
for
scale

and then in the shower
i am 
insulated
surrounded

cocooned
and
wombed

in the hot inside rain

its
the
peak
of
human
civilisation

and i will get out
cheaply reborn
and take on the days sanity

but not just yet

from diydoctor.org

OPEN PICTURE BOOKS (INSOMNIA POPS)

the closing time hoovers
eating the days debris 
from shop floor carpet
inside the emptying mall

          up
          e
         s
      i 
  r 

decades on

in
nights
unregulated
arena

~

under dirty cotton clouds
and night flights to venus

the container port
across the marsh

clears its machine throat
like a breadline iron giant 
on sixty a day

and
someone
left
all
the 
picture books open again

in my mind beams

~

and
all 
of
the 
ugly beautiful faces
i will never see again

break thru surface tension

and why do you
why
?

from ebay.co.uk

NIGHTS SWAMP

the night is a swamp

hungry grey static

something exposed

identical
every time

and when its empty yell
  
  falls
    down

i dream a starburst of faces

from Social Tech Guide

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

FOR A MOMENT

riding the train to town
under the rain and the sunshine
and
all
the
bright dark inbetween

man stands on a deserted walkway
outside
an
industry building of glass
and corrugated white

on a smoke break
talking on a phone

for a moment

i
am
him

watching the parade of small faces
slide
past
the polished rail junction
fifty yards
and
a
fence
away