WAR IS LOVER

the graffiti 

on the old rolling stock

in the purfleet sidings

in april or march of 98 

said

'the war is over
 long live the war'

& in mid 2003 or so

a capital L got added

'war is Lover'

& i still think about that

in lifes muted ad breaks

& 

the bathroom space between things

GRAFFITI IN MY UNDERPASS, MEMORIES REVENGE

friend fucker phantom foe

boasting snarking larking

in encouraging rage

i miss you all
&

still hear you all

you graffiti'd my underpass a rainbow

~

  you

itch my bantam elbow

in the cough syrup night

  

  you

tickle my sick moonscape

all the brick wall day

~

  well-

its memories talking

taking cold revenge

 

old neurons dancing again

in the activity gulf 

tired boundaries gone to mist

in the function creep

of a locked groove 

hypnagogic blur 

he said-

things are getting formless

& they are

from huffingtonpost.co.uk 
a dali-style dreamscape of tired, rundown bodies 

created by the st. louis post-dispatch's tom borgman in 2004

FACE THE FACTS AND ACT ?

mental asylum graffiti from photorator.com

MOUSE MADRIGAL 1 - FOUND POMES

GUEST POST, TWO POPS FROM SOME WRITER

 Collating words, 

 arranging them in patterns, 

 hanging them out in the ether, 

 waiting for the ink to dry. 

 from pro.psychcentral.com 

Graffitied Slur
smashed the pin ground it into my skin graffitied slurs like "FAT COW" and "SLAG" across my back needled them in with balled fist then kissed me with that filthy mouth until you were reduced to nothing more than a sentient fuck buddy blowing back wasted sentiment to someone experimenting on a knife edge but in no way cut out to remain on it

 from boingboing.net 

Measured Response everything is unraveling not slowly stitch by stitch but all in one go like an almighty fucking earthquake way off the richter scale propelling shards in no pre-ordained direction scattered in bits and I wish you would administer a measured response slip me back into my skin one last time

 from 21six.com 

https://addictiveburn.wordpress.com/

FIND ME A MANTRA 2/3

what to write
when your mind is set
like
front
drive
cement
punched
and
ribbed
with
the
streetside 
shorthand
of the
starlike
shapes 
of bmx kids
blunt hands
telling
one old
one line
graffiti
story
of a date
one day
in
1985
?

~

then theres this bird
in the bush
out the front

its pink flowers
fell out last week

well he sings minimalism chirps
in
pretty good time
with
iggy pops american valhalla

its like he practiced all night
to
debut
it
for me
today

and
i
feel
weak 
with gratitude 
and sickness mist

~

well theres no tickboxes 
on govmnt forms 
for 
my
current
hydraulic 
leaks . . . is there for yours ?

and the bird 
off he goes now

to
find
what
he
needs
for
the
day

from land.allears.net

GRAYS OR WICKFORD

yellow mercedes cab rolls left out of 
budapest 
airport

yes 
there is a shell garage and a burger king
forecourts of smashed cracked concrete
and
a
cement
graffiti
ruin
in a clot of thin peeled trees

yes
budapest looks like
grays
or
wickford

from the right angle
EVERYWHERE
can
look
like
grays
or wickford