PHONE ATTACK

the ringing phone
& the alarm of it
hot up the spine

is a cold sweat flashback

to the days of brunch rum 

& apocalyptic nerves

~

its on the tv tho

just a phone 

on the tv show

& the relief of it

like a great fart
of volcanic steam

~

my hiccupped psyche 

needs a long minute 

to buffer & reseat  

on these sofa cushions 

of assumed maturity
in the adultscapes weird dream 

THE CREATIVE PUSH & PULL

you got to push it out
like birth
from need
from heart
forced by guts
out the valve you tore

& you must pull too
with exposure
laying bait
& fishing & trawling & mining

& if all that is
is a weak fart
on low hanging fruit

well i still did it

THE CREATIVITY SCANDAL

 

'i'll tell you this...

no eternal reward

will forgive us now

for wasting the dawn'

                jim morrison

you know what you want to do
what you got to do

you done it in your head
& you like it

anticipation is sweet

& you know you can do it
& that is a powerful buzz

~

but powerful too
is the no
& the eurgh
& the why
& the Invisible Wall
between you & the it

& when you get thru that
& youre doing it
& youre in the saddle
& its going well
& it seems easy

then suddenly it must be trivial & trite

~

& its so easy to stop
when you done some

you know you can do it
so you can leave it

& can do it when ever you want
no problem
so why do it now ?

~

so you back burner it
& loose yourself
in the hidden cost
of the doom scroll
wasting the dawn
& your eternal reward

until it all creeps up again
& you get back to step one again
& you loop like that

all unsure & halfway stuck
gasping & farting
it out
between
awful shits
&
bad naps

DREAMS & OTHER SKETCH POPS

he

dreamt

he

was

so poor

the only place to shit

was inside a fart

~

it

is

a

strange relief

to live with dread

when dread comes to town

hailing a ghetto cab
care home in its wake


~

he dreamt he

curled around

a hand grenade

&

burnt

his

inside bacon

crispy black

baked beans boiling
inside his brain pan


~


&
the things we made
they leave their stains

& 
the trees

welcoming & indifferent

well they die standing

passive aggressive 
with
an 
embarrassing multitude 
of 
essential uses

from cutthewheat.com

2018 OFFCUT POPS 3

NO CHOICES

hes gone

where they all go

when they go

see you there

why not
    why not 
        why not ?



SMELLS ME DIESEL

the
cat
manages to make
a
noise just like
hydraulic brakes

& my memory
smells me diesel
in overseas snow

till he farts
like an arsehole

blocked drain now
after heavy rain

& pa gets out
the dyno rods again



ENGLISH CAFE BLUES

in
the
cafe

queues
just
me

its english theyre speaking
but its not english i hear

he NEEDS coffee
they say
they laugh

i am a thousand miles away

my mind made
of cushions

& unable to explain

~

i sit-

well its a controlled collapse

& the view is exactly arse height 

&
i
wonder
what
regular secrets
all those under-grundies
have
seen

its a grundy parade
by the calendar stand

& i write it down

now this english im writing
is english i understand

a grundy parade
& mr calendar man

it makes sense on paper
if anywhere can

from flickr.com

FILED UNDER F FOR . . ?

'the more things change
the more they stay the same ?'

discus . . .

as i age and wrinkle and fail
elegant 
like the blues
or good leather

or a ratmonkey in a radiation bath

anyway 
either way
the more some cliches ring true

~

is
this
wisdom 

i wonder

or the soft drugs
melting reason ?

or . . . oh no !

is it Conditioned Mind Jism ?

have They got me now
when i thought
They would never get me 
at all ?

~

assimilated !

i been assimilated

and
labelled
'sick; at home'

and
filed
under
F 

~

F for -
free
fighting
finished
feculent ?

or - future . . .

future and - fame ?

or failure

maybe even fiddlesticks

fajita . . ?

no its for fart
im sure of it

filed under F for 
'fart; disambiguation (brainal & relentless)'

from newscientist.com