CIPHER

when
asked
how i used to see myself
before the fuckery unfolded

i said - as a cipher

but not because 

i see myself as a cipher
but because 

i see myself
as someone who says cipher
when asked 

how they see themselves

by their exasperated
state therapist

KNOW YOUR RIGHTS, AN UNPOEM

 

'this is a public service announcement

... with guitar'

i was planning to write
a clever poem pop
rephrasing & updating
joe strummers clash song

know your rights

(all three of 'em)

for the current climate

of fuckery & balls
but i cant see

how i can improve on it

CREATIVITY WILL SET US FREE

if i see 

even halfway thru
the veil of you

if i put my fist
in the face 

of the fuckery of you

if theres Something
there NOW

that wasnt there
before

then that
was a day was a day 

yes indeed

& deserving of
animal sleep

from bbc.co.uk

COVID POPLING

 & 
 underhand 

 underdesk 

 underchecked 

 foul fuckery 

 will show 
 by xmas 

 in those 
 money market markers 

 of 
 confidence number myth 

 & 

 the used up canaries 

 uncaged now 

 well they can no longer sing 

from amust.com.au

DULL HOOP FUCKERY

birthday looms 
need a dr

need my sickness
validated

on gp 
printout
paper

for
the
endless
dull hoop
fuckery

of the obstructionist
bureaucratic caper

from merriam-webster.com

ALLOCATED SPACES

in the mornings
solid silent 
thirsty salt flats
before
the
first
fuckery bombs fall

we 
dredge & drag
for 
some excuse 
of

m e a n i n g

from where
gods evolution comptroller

lopped
off
our
animal
balls

~

we make up a ritual
blow smoke on it

in the Allocated Areas

hand in hand
&
hand in paw

acquiescent 
beyond
the
pale

fermenting & compressing
a
stress
shine
diamond

hard payment
for
imposed
hologram
transgression

from animalia-life.club

SOFT WEIGHT DELIGHTFUL

hes asleep
on my hand
again

i feel his purr throb
i feel his heart bump
on
his
warmest underside

my hand 
is his
pillow & comfort

his presence
is
a
soft weight delightful

& his claws grip
my fingertips
in dreams

like government fuckery
& the end-times bells
are
a
performance art overflow

just mimes gone mad

that
cant
touch
our
soft station lay in

from the cat cat archives

MONDAY POPS AGAIN

FORDS DREAM

i
dream
of
a
generation

two generations

three

where
no one
joins any army
anywhere

i
dream
of
being
INSIDE
a song suite

of the quality of
cohen or cave

i
dream
of
leaving
britains green and pleasant land

in better hands

i dream
of
peace of mind 

for me
when i go



MAELSTROM IN AN ALMOST VACUUM

divorced
movie scenes

orphan
song fragments

crowd my childs
fragile 
       eggshell 
               mind

when
i
try
to
unravel past fuckery
and
let be
the
missed dimensions



STARDUST ?

the
sky
is
a
featureless smudge

ennui personified 
hangs low up there

i
came
from
stardust

for this ?



REAL CHILLS ON HOLD

hollywood sunshine
on the forever tv
keeps
the
real
chills
at bay

waiting
for
the
alone time silence
to dance its jag

from 2ndkey.com