THE LAST PISSER ON THE LEFT

our creations misbehave

&
destruction shouts for itself

hey function creep

wear my shackles !

we are grout crumbling

in the last pisser on the left

harmony somewhere 

in the 

middle muddle & margins ?

ask buddha / ask the animals

dont ask me -
im barefoot in the dirt
burning paper poems

i folded into hats
in another bland dusk

photo by mango-tango monkey-pyjamas

THE BLESSINGS ABACUS

full time
struggle pup
half wishes
for ignorance

half wishes
but

also
holds close

the 
neon demon knowing

~

full time
struggle pup
prevails & survives

with
slow 
deliberate
monk like
garden
patrol

full time
struggle pup-

well
his blessings abacus
got the paint worn off

~

today
theres
minimalist 
birdsong
infrequent

birds are 
disruption scattered

& slow to the call

today

~

there is
a gentle chaos
in dawns
sly function creep

the wind blows 
the wifi away
&
the overfarmed
magnetic field 
tumbles
lost
minibeasts
into
my
anxious paw

& my blessings abacus-

well
its got the paint wearing off

REASON FMS SUICIDE ILLUSION

1. REASON FM

Reason FMs
night time
dark side
broadcast

function creeps you

into

streaming
screaming
subscription




2. SUICIDE ILLUSION

she died
of
daytime tv

he choked
on
advertising copy

their twins
orphans now

moved their 
payday loan payments
onto direct debit

their suicide pact 
creating
an
illusion
of
choice

from pxleyes.com

THREE POPS ON CREATIVITY

1. COST OF LIVING

and the pills keep the walls up

indian-giver 
peacekeepers
monitor me
like
i
am
a walking civil war

their direct debit paid up daily
over a hot coffee breakfast

and
before
i
wonder
why
i
need
walls at all

they got me sat down again
writing

anything and nothing
sometimes an almost something

d
o
w
n

inside the glass
for the ether


POOR ARTLESS

i must leave the earth scorching
to
the
all
the
locked down artless unpainting
and
careering
thru
their
careers

tied tight with function creep
their
luncheon meat
reformed 
on government rye

and i suspect
with a pity 
thats big of me

thats theres just not enough easels 

set up
in the MOD



QUALIFICATION


and well yes hitler did paint roses

but not well

or
ANYWHERE
near
often
enough

his writing was bad too

just
cant
do
anything
with
some people

can you ?

old soldier assemblage structure 

by tree pruitt

from artist-tree.blogspot.co.uk

SOFT BUFFET

between
gods bomb children
his angel drones
lazy government fudge
and
all
the
other
broken biscuits
swept under a rug 
eight miles high

is a no mans land
is an everyones land

a writhing soft buffet

of
jeans on the radiator
wind blown wifi
and aspirational pasta

of
sold holes and souls 
dodging spikes and system 
for a high like amputation 

of
fatty brainless meat
basting itself
in function creep

and anyway its all swallowed today
in
the
spaces the rain found
in
another
slow
british
morning

a whole generation long

from jeremyrhammond.com

NATURE FOOLS 3

outdoors gentle mess of green 
is
tangled into soft knots 
for
our
sunday strolls poetry and painting
but
doesnt 
care 
that we're locked in and logged on
watching
shows
where
nobodies exibit their faults with awful pride
and
doesnt
care
about the lines we drew in the cheap cement with triple glazing
or
about
our squeals when theyre crossed 
by
spring sleet on summer sleeves 
dashing 
from the Subaru to the salon
or
by
the
function creep
of
outdoors gentle mess of green 

from earthporm.com