AUTO POPS & STREET OBSERVATION

wallow in your time

do not avert your eyes

sea rises
in
recompense
for the
auto fish


~


&
up
the
road

at no 8

they always leave 
the front door open
when
its
time
to
argue & yell & swear

hear them from my back lawn
when im counting daisies


~


& 
the garden
is like a 
story book gypsy garden

where the story book gypsy 
has gone & died
under his own blue sky

&
no one came
&
no one knew

but i see it
see it in the dust
see it in the dirt
see it in this new flu

SMALL TOWN POPSICLE

we had budgies
i let them out

out the front door

was 5 or 6 
yrs old

moving on-

driving the back lanes
i climb a verge to beer piss
& found a quarry there

was 19 
or 20
yrs old 

it was like finding 
a bond villain hideout

a quarry
a regular gravel factory

here

who knew ?

the end

from hdwallpaper.blogspot.com

I DREAMED OF A PARTY

go to a party

only allowed in the hallway

given glossy mags to read

cluster of us 
on hard wooden chairs

front door right there

boasts about the sound system
valves and wood
but no music plays

whisper goes round
host is ill

host is ill . . .

wrap it up ?

wrap it up

front door is right there
perfect

we leaving

best party ever

from pinterest

MEMORIES AT THE FRONT DOOR

the woman in mismatched sweats
stuffs 
the
phone book 
thru the door

( so slim now
  it
  will
  stay
  forever
  in 
  its 
  plastic coat )

i recognise her from the mall
15 
or 
20
years 
ago

we sold film tie-in plastic tat
and
flat-pack bedroom units

i remember her almost divorce
and
breast cancer scare

her hangovers and her tears

but
i
stay silent behind the front door
when i could have done anything

because

i cannot think of anything
for her
to
remember 
about me 

from justsomething.co phone boook portraits by alex querl