SHOWER GEL MEMORIES

& the smell of the shower gel
is just like

a friday afternoon was

after getting in  

from a hospital shift

when i would 

fit two bottles

of heineken or becks
in the freezer
& shower
& then get the beers out
& sit on the back step
& crack one 
& look at the land
& the trees
& the hill
& listen to the traffic 

on the motorway
& the hiss woosh
of trains in the cut

& crack the second

& later friends would come

& there would be whisky

& we would be heroes 

of the goddamn night

until

the

rude lurid oil smear of dawn

 

HOLLOW WHALES

lifetimes
spent
building

cold stone carcasses

control hq 101

~

insurance . . . just in case

timeshare 
for the dead

~

holy hollowed whales
dredged
from
the
sea
of
the
sky

wood benches
queue & face
a
bleeding likeness
of
nonviolent 
revolutionary

franchised

~

bells ring
high up
in the
neck bones

calling sundays 
desperate fiction

pic by matthew christopher