& JUST BREATHE

 

what strained-ego vanity

are these coded expositions ?

& writing that

is kinda like

thinking about thinking

gin & sawdust 

the jukebox rats 

whats their names ?

& milk trains 

& spur lines

& wild roses 

browned edges crumbling 

& the trees 

all the trees 

& just breathe

NOSTALGIA GOLD

the stone roses
tub thump

in the memory

of a patio wind

& an imported 

beach movie glow

~

& the chess board

& the gin bottles
& the leaf mottled sun

of a summer that was a summer 

are all edged now

like sparkling surf

in nostalgia gold

ANALYSING OUR END FOR THEMSELVES

 

paradigm shift

priorities are

a rush to name it well

jacuzzis in the bunker

& apocalypse shows 

to saturate the tv streams

~

sociologists 

rub their hands / ring their hands

reach for the thesaurus

peer review

& gin 

analysing our end for themselves

11/10/11

ten years dry today
as far as i can tell

time is flexible & loose
& the date looked binary

but still i could
ABSOLUTLEY FUCKING MURDER A PINT OF GIN
for breakfast

like with a handful 

of flat tonic-ice

for civility & delusion

but i wont - i cant
other faults have surfaced
in the decade in question

& the black dog is waiting anyway
dry humping some other leg
but with eyes on me

photo - Dream Pub from the Dagenham Archive

DELIRIUM TAPAS VOL1

 

  penny haven juices   
  a gin mill town ago  

  rainbow oil in the gutter       
  aglow with machine flame flume  


  ~  

  the blunt windows square peg  

  thats the interweb            

  & its full of round holes     

  pun intended                  

SIX ACROSS, MADAGASCAR REDUX

if

in the devils

en suite

fleet street

madagascar

novotel

i hardstare dead ahead

thru the calendar walls

at realities overdrive

i see grandparents

younger than me

weeping air

over

a

year-old red-top

tv guides 6 across

~

sandpaper dry newspaper pages

crumble at a covered cough

sparking a smokers tut

over

an

empty bellys

sink estate cry

& 
hands like sepia maps

hold chipped china cups

of warm bath-tub gins

pale pale

fade-away 
dreams

~

five letters it says

they have a D from armageddon

so it starts with a D

'permanent state youre in' 
it says

'walking _____ '

in the devils

en suite

fleet street

madagascar

novotel

from agoda.com

CLOTHES & TV 2

all the
big gin
evening 
photos 

well i am 
always in 
this same shirt

a tablecloth shirt 
w/ brown lozenges on  

my drinking shirt

gone casualty thin
in the
busied
underarms

oh 
the things
that shirt
had seen

~

tv on

rolling news

nazi zombies

ash

in my lap

gone midnight
gone midnight
gone midnight

but
there was still time

a
long
time
ago

this shirt

BROWN DROWNING (CLICHE / LOON ALERT)

knee deep we are

in shit now

& rising

i read
the poles are collapsing
&
probably realigning

everyone is indecisive

all the bees are dying

nationalists

putting their time in

not surprising

big enough opening left
to dive in

democracys belly exposed 
flawed & dividing

dont we need to be
(cliche alert) 
u n i t i n g ?

always a war 
to skip out & die in

if
you
tire of permissible sin
daytime tv 
& morning gin

tv has them polar bears

on an ice cube
thin & staving

all i do is eating

& if i said this was new

id

be

lying

but something basic has broken 

invisible line crossing

&

its

escalating

whales beaching
like monks
immolating

hollywood repeatedly
filming our ending
like we need reminding

& since the 40s
(loon alert)
aliens been climate warning
but
im a fruit loop
just for saying

knee deep we are

in shit now

&
rising

everyone best buy waders
big enough
to keep
your 
kids in

from pinterest.com

WALKING DEATH / SIX ACROSS

if
in the devils
fleet street
madagascar
novotel

i hardstare dead ahead
thru the calendar walls
at realities overdrive

i see grandparents
younger than me
weeping air
over
a
year-old red-top
tv guides 6 across

sandpaper dry newspaper pages
crumble at a covered cough
sparking a smokers tut
over
an
a
empty bellys
sink estate cry

& their hands like sepia maps
hold chipped china cups
of warm bathtub gins
pale pale
fade-away dreams

five letters it says
they have a D from armageddon
so it starts with a D
'permanent state youre in' it says
'walking _____'
in the devils
en suite
fleet street
madagascar
novotel

from accorhotels.com

RENNIE DONT CUT IT

britains
bellys
indigestion 
solid

swampy fens ate emerald cities

remedy is crow cake

cos rennie dont cut it

~

snouts in the roast beef
and white pianos
of sepia colonisation

snouts in the bold font
highlight shortcut
of tabloid instruction

~

knee jerk solutions
are
gospel
for the working club
gin drink
echo chamber
conversation

and the real ale beards
pack soybean satchels
for berlin in autumn

from sunshinestatenews.com

DAMBUSTERS NATION MULTIPOPS 3

   our myth is vague
      a driveway uncemented

   bulldog tshirts
        &
   patio chairs 
     on the costa fc

~

       empire said 
we shall boldly go

     where no native
is welcome back from

~

under the war office rug

         are
   
   churchills later ideas
   the savilles 
     &
   bodkin adams

~


  morris dancers

well
  i could never stop laughing

  into
  my
  gin & crisps

pic from biography.com

NAVEL THEN NORTH TO DEATH

and
if i look into my navel
north of my slab flat feet
into 
the 
rosy dream place
of never

i see 
mythical india

gram parsons 
playing 
unplugged cosmic country
on a
white grand piano

gielgud and t e lawrence
sharing 
a wild 
arab charger

trying to get to
the world on time

and an impossible aching dawn

~

but
if i look straight ahead
thru the calendar wall
into realities hard overdrive

i see grandparents
younger than me
weeping air 
onto the guardians
6 across 

(five letters it says
 and they got a d from armageddon
 so it starts with a d
 'walking _____ ' it says
 'permanent state youre in')
  
between drone bombed 
council flat walls
orange desert dust
between their
newspapers
dry as bone pages

that could crumble 
at a stifled cough
or a childs 
distant bleak
sink estate cry

their hands
like sepia maps
hold chipped china cups
of warm 
bath tub gin

brewed by 
street angels
who gave up 
all gentle hope
in the devils
en suite
fleet street
madagascar
novotel

from accorhotels.com

PUMICE

i been dry as pumice
for
six 
good bad crazy sad happy mad
years
today

and im rattling 
with the needles battling
to
knit
my
looseness together 

but its all good my sunshines
that sound is a comfort blanket now 
like the washing machine is
when its changing cycles
while
youre
napping

~

sometimes i think
i should have stuck it out
but then again

no
no i dont

it never helped all the other times
and
this
time
the knife edge was too thin

balancing on the folded steel 
was dicing my adidas goodyears
all the way up to my brainpan

~

apparently 
i 
was 

brave to change

so well done me

pat yourself on the back

the therapists said

and tho yeah ok some of it was me
but really there was no choice at all

the days hurt
and
the nights 
well they were a video-nasty
forever trembling on pause

~

the
moon
still knows 
i used to yell at him

used to tell 
that yellow ten pence in the sky
to come down here
and say that to my face
between bars and the bottle shop

and i can still think
drinking away a nuclear overhang

in the wonderful wood of a wooden pubs wood

when the suns on the slide
is to know god
in a very special way

when 
really
it 
was 
suicide in slices 

processed white
and
toaster charred

drunk on the moon by garden sounds

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