GARDENSONG

i was not sure
if it was either 

a magpies or jackdaws
but the black feather 

i found on sunday

& picked right up

& tucked neatly into 

my wide brimmed hat

because of any minute
reality / might / can / will

kick in the door
& pick me up

easy as mashed potatoes
or ham on rye

MITHERED ON THE WAY

problems divined

with ham & a slide rule

i approach their roots

with bubble wrap & blades

mustered brain tools

wrapped in a gauze

of understanding 

& frozen & loosened 

& baked & mithered 

along the roman way

that was a trip not a journey

& amazed at love

SHINY HANDLE OF PRE-PLASTIC RESIN

'Man eats meat, and he grows fur.' 

Vasily Grossman



i fall open
like a book
at its well read 

& favourite pages

or i try to . . .

but everything flows 

& i give myself up

to the noise & the not

to the forever & the never

or i try to . . .

& zen nihilism reaches into the drawer

for a hand-me-down no-name kitchen knife

with a shiny handle of pre-plastic resin

&

slices my good ham thin

in a porterhouse dream

or it tries to . . .

BRICK WALL MERCY

ham & spam
slapped on grinding bone

you shave it
you clothe it
you take it out there - they make you

& when you cant 

cant cant cant 

just cant anymore

they dont give any fucks

& at the brick-wall mercy 

of the medical charlatans

& the witch-hunt policy wonks

you become a bitter cog

a tarnished pinwheel

diminished in the numbers law

&

lost in the brown envelope rain

photo - No Choice from the Dagenham Archive

BREAKFAST BUFFET VOL4

 

my hearts beating in my face

i cant feel my edges anymore

thats the best lines from this weeks tv

then i get a code blue

thru on the receiver ham

its the river my friend its the river

challenging me

to match 

its changing pace & disguise

~

updates

john woo owns slo mo

& 

has custody

of kubricks 

irish doves

codeine linctus

is no good for a buzz

not really

no

the pm is the 

lowest meat content sausage 

available outside regulations

& 

a ponzi scheme of narcissism

crying 'alas, alas, alas...'

photograph - Between Tech & The Trees #18 courtesy of the Dagenham Archives

BREAKFAST BUFFET VOL2

 

i am lead

like plumbing

like paint

water runs coffee brown out the sad taps

poison(corn)flakes off the dry dry wall

& the snow tries - it tries

but i am tired - tired

a reformed monster / a reformed ham 

no eyes for nature 

no belly for bagels

~

theres songs waiting

for my waking instant

they autoplay

dylan today

... & gallantly handed her

my very last piece of gum ...

~

the union cables

filter in alone

in this disaster headlock

capitalism breeds fatalism

in

its

art free

dry tundra well

dont stop 

be bolder

just holler

from the moses mountain

you call your nested bed

photograph - Slot Machine courtesy of the Dagenham Archives

XMAS REHAB 4

a man in a book said
have a ritual
blow smoke on it
and
make it yours

or something similar

it was set in some apocalypse

grim times

i have an xmas ritual
i cook a ham
i boil it in cherry coke
and
onions
and
apple

and other things

i cool it
i glaze it
with
sugar and chilli flakes and maple syrup

and other things

until
it
is
shining like a clear summer night of stars

until
it
has
the
lustre
of silk and magic and twinkling ice

i slice it still warm

flesh melts under german steel


i 
blow
smoke
on 
it 

and make it mine

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