BLUEPRINT VOID FILLER

the hatchbacks 

slept on the blacktop 

& go to work now 

under june sun

we are between heatwaves
& the wheelie bins 

are scattered 

in the wake of vans

the news is bad / i am scared

ever it was / but more so

the cat rolls in soil 

the soil is very very dry

my emergency solar radio combo 

charges its capacitor 

on the window sill


~

fug you the soldier said 

his chest wound bubbling again

& all the dry teats cough air 
into the famine mouths

& all the fat teats belch oil

into the unexplored godzilla sea

this is the end my friend

can you picture what will be ?

OFF CUTS FROM THE SLUSH PILE

PLASTIC BY OSMOSIS

how
much
of 

our lunch and supper

our biobodies and breakfast

the fish
the sea
and
water table

is
stabbed
with
fragments
now

of the
very
same
plastic bic lighters

i
bought
by
the
dozen

on cross channel ferries
on hovercraft
and in 
heathrow terminal 3 ? 

from ec21.com

CONCRETE RUG

under the million jolly jostling waves

sit abandoned subs

nuclear belches ferment
inside iron bellies

old dreams foul hangover
swept under 
20 years 
of concrete rug

from themoscowtimes.com

WHAT EARTH SHALL
THE MEEK INHERIT ?

matter of time

before
godzilla
rises

from laminated seas

with
a
fukushima
roar

and stamps us like ants
into submission
and the stone age

from huffingtonpost.co.uk