THE WAY THIS IS GOING PT 1

 

the way this is going
is -

soon a poem will be 

one word

maybe two
or
a
nekrasov full-stop ripoff

placed just so


~

till then -

theres a red haze
natural but it dont look it
around the solitary cemetery tree

&

the crows there gaze askance

at the laminate stone markers

locking the carrion away

HE WROTE IN HIS JOURNAL

 

heavy air

smells of years

'a gleam on a grave'

he wrote in his journal

red lining flashed

in the sepia wind

dinted

metal

dulled

hes dead now

& yes / why not ?

maybe his headstone does shine

photo by NeONBRAND on Unsplash

FILE UNDER ROCK

1. HEADSTONES

time
kicked my arse
in
the
balls

my
headstone
one day
said




2. HEAVENS BEZ

maybe...

i think
i hope

maybe...

if i name drop them enough

bowie and
lou reed

will greet me
at heavens stoop

tolerantly hand me maracas

so
i
can
be
heavens bez

from the guardian.com

MONDAYS DROPPINGS

PRODUCTION

on the toilet
i am a man farm
making shit
for
no 
roses


AND EXTRACTION

and 
after 
it
is 
all
over
there is space

inviting reflection inside


THEN REFLECTION

real animals
shit on their boundary
eat something
destroy something
bloody their claws
and
fall into sleep
untroubled
on the worlds dirt

i am good for the first three

maybe
four


WHICH IS EXHAUSTING

as giant 
as a yawn 
and twice 
as needy
i sit 
on a folding chair

witness to the daily soft parade

histories headstones
and dead bouquets 
in
my
bag


SO I REST

i
am
mostly invisible

inside a kind of gas
and a £4 charity cloak

and
the
smell
of
fresh turned soil