WHILE SPAIN PLAYED SAUDI ARABIA

to a 1992 ten pence coin
i say heads i recover my health

& i toss it 

& its heads

& i say heads i will become monied

& i toss it

& its heads

& i say heads there is a god

& i toss it

& its heads

well i love its optimism 

& asking nothing of it
i toss it again
& its tails 

as if in confirmation contrast

of all the heads before

NASCENT POLYURETHANE ZEN

granny would say

you got your health
& at youre working

in a positive way

with a dreamy smile

like it was well enough
& i would think

low bar gran low bar

but now i got neither
& tho time works hard

to make those days
shine all sepia golden & carefree

i still remember 

their cold dark edge
of black mirth 

in the night woods

& theres real gold nuggets
in the old river of new today
if you pan slo-mo

with the gentle myopia

of nascent polyurethane zen

PUBLIC FUNDED CAREHOME CANVAS

if youth
is wasted on the young

then health
is wasted on the chipper

i say

prescribe the sick 

lab-perfect medicinal whizz
& 

give the old & retired & forgotten 

lashings of military grade gak

& let the poor bastards dance again

~

& millstone clocks lifted

from their old bread necks

they shall paint societies revenge 

beautiful & kind & colourful 

on public funded carehome canvas

SCARED ENOUGH PT1

they got us 

  scared enough

to judge

  the size of boats

& monitor 

  our sick neighbours

for the 

  slightest signs of health

THE MOUNTAIN OF HEALTH

up the mountain of health
to the golden cat up there

we climb we do
in spurts of spirit & hope

& we fall we do
tumble in the thick msg slick

looking up at the mountain top
& the golden cat up there

stuffed crust pizza in his hand
previous allergies inconsequential

from dreamstime.com

MIRRORS, ADD YOUR OWN SMOKE, A LIST POP

in poverty 
is riches
in sickness 
is health
in fear 
is courage
in loss 
is findings
in stress 
is calm
in lies 
is truth
in death 
is life

in fools is profundity

in bullshit be poetry


~


in riches 
is poverty
in health 
is sickness
in courage 
is fear
in findings 
is loss
in calm 
is stress
in truth 
is lies
in life 
is death

in profundity theres fools

in poetry be bollocks

from pxleyes.com

2 POPS

DEPARTMENT OF HEALTH

maybe just maybe
i am more normal
than i know

i say out loud
to the snoring cat

poking my shit
with a pencil

catty catty
come see the consistency

&
call the department of health



REAL TIME UPDATES

the
watch
is
an
arrogant
little
machine

it will mock your efforts
if you let it

strap it to your body

&
its victorian wheels
tell you
exactly
how
far

into the 
        future 
you are 

       travelling

from watchuseek.com

A GOOD MORNING

  4 
  pairs 
  of 
blue jeans
are
strung on the line
over the side fence
behind
the
red berry bush

  small 
  birds 
  are eating
under
the 
sky - a hazy bruise healing 
  torn
  with 
  shards of blue enamel 

i write about this scene
its cosy back yard vibe
  and
  it
  occurs
  to
  me - Monday 11.07 AM

that i got 
       all 
       i 
       need
and realistically 
       want

       except for health 

  and 
  i 
  am 
  working on that
  right
  now

  watching 
small birds eat
on 
the 
red berry bush

from commons.wikimedia.org

BIG STUPID

between
the
crap-shoot of soft health 
and 
feet-up backroom tardiness
the 
hot lust for nothing 
but

Big Peace and salty carbs

is

derailed like a movie train

by

anxiety news of money and murder

and

the

military drums bang-banging

a

white noise whine-hum anthem

of 

World and War and Waste

and 

avoidable mental disaster - its the Big Stupid 

getting

in 

the 

way

of

simple ideas that pass for easy dreams

like

road block uniforms on imagined borders

that

keep

our

debated souls burning

between

the

missed somethings and avoided anythings

of

essential school-broken futility 

in 

the 

drunk stumble steps

that

pose

as

time - the unstoppable journey

to

unscared 

death 

 from healthhabits.ca

JOHNNY SICKNOTE

three years of doctors

for 
body
and
brain

some 
helped me
and
some
rushed me
and
one
said ANY AMOUNT OF BLOOD 
LOOKS FRIGHTENING 
ON 
A 
WHITE 
T SHIRT

today
i
call
the 
doctors
again

i
have 
a
list
of
questions

from jimstoons.com

I SAW HORSES RUN

there 
is 
no 
joy 
in objectivity

a 
place to visit
but
antiseptic

anyway we're Crazy People
and
must
fall down one side of the fence 
sooner 
or 
later - for our Health

either
into brown quagmire
or 
beds of bluebells

Crazy People
arent
built
for
elevated splinters of denial and indecision
or
nervous
false
superiority