TV IN THE AFTERNOON

the
thin
ascetic
face
of the hitman

is english pale
in the spanish bright

& his filter-less cigarette
looks big as bathroom plumbing

under the blankest rayban stare

~

let the camera

linger some

on the afternoon sun

at the seasons end

& on the tea

in the gazebo

& the people sat there

& the flowers

round about too

OR THE CLOSEST I WANT TO

 

i reckon music

is

the
closest

i will get to god

or the closest i want to

it marks the world

arse to the light

&

flowers for the moon

2UP READY OR NOT

the child grows old

meadow magic gone

the old stick stubborn then fold

single use flowers come


~

you ceremony burn them

to an inoffensive mp3

was all glimmer then

your roof is dust for me

photo - Roofs / Rooves from the Dagenham Archive

PICASA MADRIGALS, TWO FOOT TALL & HOTHOUSE FLOWERS

AUTUMN SAYS EXCUSE ME

when winter
gets 
out 
her family album

autumn coughs
points to the door
nods once
and takes his leave

~

the
celebrations
scheduled
thru
the
years
nadir

are
waypoints to basecamp

~

then a long climb

to summers polaroid wash

softened
by
springs nature watch

its 
slo mo blooming a sudden

flower and life parade

from netherlands-tourism.com

CAFE RADIO POPS

how do i appear

to those i watch ?
                   mystery

flowers 
for
balance

~

on the radio

a classic turns seamlessly

into
urgent 
roofs

~

sale
the jam
sofas

im hearing my mass fill out 

its space in the world

pic from adsoftheworld.com

I AM IRON MAN AND I LIKE FOWERS

PRETTY. FLOWERS.

 

THREE

BOOKS



good books
  are
  all
  ticks
on a checkboard / on some meta to-do list

  they
  are
plucked
from
the
universal mind
  by
    typer 
      brains 
oiled and loaded / rickety and keen

reports filed 
  and
  job
  done 

oh to be a chosen paper saint



HEADLINES 1


  the 
headlines of the world

drag the flowers
  
  into

  the 
  
  shade



HEADLINES 2


unhealthy hysterical preoccupation
  with
  easy
  generalisation


the
  truth
    is
      in
        the 
          small
            print 


  but
  who 
cares about that ?

specific detail 
and
hard fact
  is 
  no 
  ones 
tagline

PURPLE FLOWERS

the dawn is late

all airbrushed aluminium clouds
and 
pink star war laser bursts

two birds fly past each other
in
the
silent
watercolours

i wonder like a poet - 
do they even know each other?
and
all
that
implies . . .

hospital staff arrive
smiling at the break in the cloud
with
a
bunch
of purple flowers and butterflies
for
a
tall
strong
bereaved
head nurse

sproketpf wallpaper

WHY NOT PLANT FLOWERS THERE

the young man died on a sunny summer evening
walking home
on a 60mph hospital back lane

the flowers are browning in rain filled plastic
the framed picture warps like waves 
and
a fresh bouquet is wrapped in a skull and crossbones scarf
at the spot 
on the untrimmed verge
where
theres a short cut across the ditch from MHU

the smokers and security still talk about it 
vicariously
and
undecided
who 
he 
was