AN ENDING FRAG

& afterwards

we

slog

hollow boned
up
the 

hill
to the witches condo

where we had hung up our coats

& our gone pets 

are 

darting & glitching

in 

the  

periphery fuzz & snow

of 

the 

early gloom of valley dusk

SOUND FILE VOL 5

old gone 90s radio

plays out the hatchback
in sick-note 2021

a fry-up for thought

& full-on nostalgia

in the undertaking lane

i wormhole & glitch

on pitsea coco street 

tesco extra dead ahead

the hit & miss dance-rock crump

is spattered with memory yells

& loud / quiet denim angst

its siren song

in the mythology sense

between the djs sleepy humdrum 

& logo cheese

~

van doors slam eternal 

in 

these home delivery days

its drum machine primitivism 

&

every bleep in the street

is a techno tweet

& a treat to meet

at

small englands castle gates

FREE THEN I SUPPOSE

we

lay

in 

the corn lake
under the sun king
horizon a memory
waiting on the dark

~

we

went

down 

the farmer lanes

& the train spurs
to the corner pubs

felt like Stand By Me on drugs


~

& high & young

& haystack scratched
every blink 

became a 

matrix glitch

a festival-eye 

insomnia re-render


~

& cold glasses
& muddy boots
&
the pool table naked under stars

free as we could be 

for then

i suppose 

photo by Georgi Kyurpanov on Unsplash

FLUID GLITCHING

me still then am i ?
i think in the morning

self absorbed mantra

or zen confirmation

questions answers vary 

with the clocks tick tock 

~

& if i am glitching -

well it segues so smooth 

my identity is a spectrum

coming up from my shoes

from redbubble by smakly