ONE SMALL MUSHROOM FOR SUSTENANCE

he saw giants
crossing the valley
in a heavy mist

like all large things
they seemed
to move slowly

he had had
one small mushroom
for sustenance

but he didnt think it was that

cos his new friend

a little red fox
he saw them too

FIRE PITS CRACKED TUMBLE

when afternoon touches evening

four fox cubs play rough & fleet

on our lawn & chairs

& still as a post behind the fir trunk

one parent watches

blended in shadow & brown 

& as the dusk crowds the skys vignette 

she returns to bury 

the food our cat rejected

in
our
fire
pits
cracked tumble

& in the wild wild corner 

kept abandoned

in hope

for bees

WORLD WAS BUSTED WHEN I GOT HERE

i pull my boots on
& walk on down the hall . . .

i go gardenside

for lawn

for air

for the abyss above

& the girth below

i take a folding knife
to feel useful 

to feel prepared

its titivating

its diy smoke & mirrors
& a poor shadow of our ancestors

can-do 

tinder-box 

flint & steel

rich soil psyche 

i breath cbd fog

everything hurts
i am out to pasture

in a hanging-in-there lawn chair

fox at my feet
food questions in his eyes

photo - fox & chair from the Dagenham Archive

DELIRIOUS DIVINATION VOL 1

 

  all 

  this 

dystopian robocop OCP 

sort-of-shit everywhere

corporate gov & human units

onechain & blockcoin

just eat your gazprom

curve screen 

    folding glass

        camera obscura

  fuck  it  all

~

fox left a bear

wet with mist & rain

on the morning lawn

yes

BUDAPEST DAYS

burgers for two

outside seating 

wintertime

&

steams rising up off the bath lake

the zoo & magic fox behind us

~

you touched a sloths hand

i had one cigarette a day

your pistol jammed

i learnt the double-tap

~

cafe photo on the wall here now

wrought iron

sun lit

cat dignity

oh those big window

phrase book

old bus

days

from budapestbylocals.com

ACCIDENTALLY ROYAL

if you dont die
as a kid
you become an adult

suddenly

by default

youre some kind of role model

even
if
youre accidentally royal
or
kill
foxes
at
the
weekend

from buzzfeed.com

UNUSED NIGHT

i am calm in a cloud of an unused night

i saw the dusk turn the streets monochrome and orange
i saw the moon light the foxes slender and strolling
and
i
saw
the solid doom of dark before the creeping lid of dawn

soon people will come
in cars and with dogs and rubbing the sleep from their eyes
talking with loud morning voices
bright and busy and ignorant of the still stages of night

i am calm in a cloud of an unused night
but
this white racket will soon expose and tire me
and wear me thin
thru
the
long
day