ITS CIGARETTES

i got mugged again

by memory lane 

in the dark alley

of my hallway

it shouted

farm dogs & school desks

in my face

& showed me again

those hepatitis signs

yellow on the mortuary door

its cigarettes 

is all i can think

a twilight world could want

CREASED LIKE A BRAIN

sometimes its ok

& the tv
dovetails into my mind
with near cnc precision

from worlds away 

to my time here

~

when mostly 

it only puttys up the gap

badly & shoddily 

& without due care

like i did

behind the radiator

in the hallway

2007

wall all creased like a brain

SHORT TERM FORECAST OK FOR NOW

without glasses
i attempt 

to divine
our fortunes
in the blur
of the hallway

coatrack

i see 

a gentle disorder

of earth shades  

smudged

&

edged 

with 
vibrating

sunlight gold

I DREAMED OF A PARTY

go to a party

only allowed in the hallway

given glossy mags to read

cluster of us 
on hard wooden chairs

front door right there

boasts about the sound system
valves and wood
but no music plays

whisper goes round
host is ill

host is ill . . .

wrap it up ?

wrap it up

front door is right there
perfect

we leaving

best party ever

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SOME UNVELVET MORNING

      & some days

   

    i will wake up

     or  segue really 

  from  naked high street dreams

   into an unvelvet morning

    where  i find time & myself

     in

    a kind of prism

         where

   the air is abrasive

       with 

        the 

 long summer shadows of english gin

      &  vicarious with

    war & news  & gritty fatigue

  &  going for coffee

   i have to go for coffee carefully

          because 

 i can see that the night

    has 

     left

   the  nowhere hatch

      wide

     open

       again

   

  &  the  day &  the house  
       are already

     falling down
        &  thru   -  
   s t r e t c h e d 
         like  
         a star trek 
       anomaly 

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