Showing posts with label hindsight. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hindsight. Show all posts

Wednesday, 25 September 2024

CANING WAS TRAINING





all the caning was training

for the hard second half

the training & caning made


regrets impossible
&
hindsight forever a lie








Tuesday, 16 November 2021

BUTTON DOWN POCKET OF HAND-ME-DOWN FLARES



when i was a small me
i read some books 
about a kid
with a special key & a magic cat

i might be recalling it wrong
i might not be telling it right

but i remember 
being compelled 
to attempt the same 

i acquired 
an orphan key 
to a long gone mortice lock
carried it inside 
button-down pocket
of my hand-me-down flares

always worried i would lose it 

&
the only cat i knew
was a sack of alley scratch hisses
the magic

is here now
in the rosy gem
of hinterland hindsight







photo - Edward B&W Fade from the Dagenham Archive




Tuesday, 19 September 2017

I SHUT MY EYES




1. HAIKU

i shut my eyes closed

everythings there
and
i

become unbroken



2. TITLE

and i write

generation plastic and the touchscreen gene

and
leave it there
leave it for later
leave it for

someone else to finish
another day away

leave it for 
when the ending
is
made
clear
with the forced order of hindsight
we
ground-bound cutlery monkeys
cant
help
but
impose



3. QUESTIONS ABOUT THE TREE OF LIFE

i shut my eyes
and
before coma happens
theres a flash -

sheet lightning outlining a tree

now is that
my eye veins
lit
by
explosions mindside ?

or a glimpse
of
the tree of life ?

is that where it is ?

inside ?

in the between place
where
waking is not yet sleep ?

rooted
into
a
netherworlds
hinterland ?

and as i drift deeper

i sadly remember

i
saw
no
fruit




Image result for dead tree

from istockphoto.comI SHUT MY EYES

Thursday, 17 December 2015

MOVIE POPS



1.

  sane hindsight 
  comes
  slow as winter sun
and
calls
the 
monsters of our minds
rampaging
clumsy
and
disjointed - daftly destructive
like 
b movie beasts
  
  built of dim fantasy and ancient nightmares
  they
  need
  no provocation 
      to
  let madly rip red fog


2.


movies create worlds

  alternate 
  ant hills
    of almost friends

  inside
  a
demographics narrow appeal
twisting sense
  and
forcing reason
into
a
neat coda
for
simple shutdown hours

    OR
    they
    cut
    thru
    the
  crap and crust
    and
expose our naked lunches


Misery F**k 
from stevebenedict.ie (Misery)