LOOKING APOCRYPHAL

when your reflection
looks wrong
looks colourised
looks apocryphal
&
looms like a hangover
out the dim glass
action figure perfect
& action figure wrong

you wonder

how was that
ever forged
into something
that worked ?

RITICULATED NOSTALGIA

DAWN FLASHBACKS

dawn
was hot boiled eggs
was an ersatz citrus shower*

dawn
was all the flashbacks
the above entail

& they would crowd me
like inside a kaleidoscope
on my way to work
hangover in my backpack
wheels in the wet
memories on tap

on tap ? dam burst !

~

*SHOWER PRODUCT FLASHBACK

the school organised
work experience
bus journey
to
the
dead dead office**
of drawing boards
& resentment
& nose hair
& silence the radio could not cut
& that ammonia copier
in the windowless room
downstairs away from them

(& lunch in the murky mall
 bench outside Our Price
 everyone buying
 Superdrug hair gels

 & Pet Shop Boys lps
 & shrieking at fashion)

~

**DEAD OFFICE FLASHBACK

sat on the carpet
after spam & beans

& kids lunchtime TV
shows Playschool

going thru the round window

or thru the square window

to
show
me
the factories & the working farms
&
the
grey grey grey
of it all
when i was four

MEAT DOWNLOAD

 

jagged & drunk

we had fondue
on the balcony

& watched 

a hundred trains 

roll into waterloo

in an autumn 

that was winter 

too soon

~

& later 

stretched out 

on the living room rug

i watched 

upside-down 

out of the window

at the  h - y - p - h - e - n  flow
of planes 

into heathrow

counting my hangover 

  d

  o

  w

  n

EPIC QS

a god thrown hangover
mescaline
3 days without sleep
a carolina reaper 
bad bad daytime freeview tv

or 
  other 
       similar 
              epic impediment

when you can HEAR money
and your HAIR is sore

thats
when
hard questions come in crushing haste

       written
         in

        bold

       italic

   underscore

   strikethru

    CAPITALS

carolina reaper from pepperhead.com

I NEVER SAW BRUCE AGAIN

ACID SHOCK OF MORTAL CALENDAR

if you lose rhythm

look for it

its behind the hangovers

behind the never-was

behind the to-do list of not-right-now

thats long as all your arms

and be careful where your eyes slide

find a gentle shrub

with a bird on

with no appointments looming

no doorbell to blast

or little beetles 

busy on the impossible leaves

ignorant of panama 

and the tabloid scream

so careful where your eyes slide

into that glass universe

of endless dark materials

you

can

be

shaken shook smashed

like by finding out for example

just for example 

that

Home Alone was released 

closer to the Moon Landing 

than to today

and youd throw up

in your mouth a little

and

think

but wait !

thats the rhythm 

right there

in the acid shock

of the

mortal calendar

and again youre the bungalow man

in bungalow land

you dont know where the bungalow ends

and

the

man

began

 

and ok

you think

ok

thats pissed me off enough

that i can do another day

from nydailynews.com

SPORTS ARE GREEN (IF ROLLERBALL WAS REAL I'D FOLLOW IT)

saturday football in the pub

id go for the drinks
and
sink
into
a
dark bubble

i never Got It back then
all
the
Go Reds & Go Blues

and
i
got
no
laughs saying

  if only theyd work TOGETHER
  theyd score more goals that way

but
it
WAS
green

like the snooker
id
watch
and

  d r i f t

the next day

taming my hangover with
bottled
beer
and
green
weed

from www.pintrest.com

NEW YEARS DAY

is
stale like old bread

in-your-face normal

not
worthy
of 
conversation 

and all the decorations seem garish now
like
a
hangover
strung
across
the
room

open all the doors and windows

do something normal

settle
for
a
windblown walk

among englands kipple
under
off-white clouds

from www.condenaststore.com

MEMORY ORPHANS

memories walk odd in gossamer shadows
from tea trees 
and conifer
and
what i saw there in the dappled puddles
and
what you saw there on the bleached kerbs
can never agree

memories walk odd like orphans
like i dreamt them
and grafted them onto photo's
or 
made them up on a bad hangover saturday
covered in gin sweat and horror
and
tho
maybe
wrong and created in blank solitude
i encourage them to haunt me
afraid of . . . WHATEVER . . .
if
i
let
them go