YEAH WELL I HATE YOU

all 

the 

madness & horror

& bad skullfuckery

would make sense

could make sense

if god would show up
& say

yeah well i hate you

but he
cant even
do that

MAKING SPACE MAKING EYES

stupid time
stretching us out like it does

time knows it was 1989 once

but it stretched it out
& stretched it all thin

& made space

made eyes

made swiss cheese of it

so the horror
can get in

& 

the people 

can fall out

HUNGRY HUNCHED & ANGRY

 

i napped hungry
hunched & angry

furious with noise

&

i 

slid like grease

into

the
acid horror
of 

the
hypnagog zone

under fifteen blankets

the fan on full

photo - Cat Part from the Dagenham Archive

A GIL SCOTT HERON MONDAY

its
noon
one
two two two o clock

time to rest heavy

shift / run stop

gil scott heron

did not become

anyone

he did not mean to be

beer & unlined paper

~

monday
is 

all

carefully

counted

territorial pissings

& i lose myself
& i hide myself  

  

in fantasy
in horror

thru mind-eye & ear resonation

gil scott heron

is the closest 

voice of reason 

he has

& always feels like running

photo by micha richter from the vinylfactory

PERFECT RIPPLES & REAL TERROR

i make perfect ripples

never seen

in the cannonballs splash


~

real terror 

is in the 

naked sunlight

we are tricked by its gold

the shadows are old hat for horror

come on
admit it -

them old shadow horrors 

are old friends

photo - Refuel in Texture from the Dagenham Archive

BLOODY DISCHARGE

disaster 

capitalisms

compulsive

obsessive
seek & destroy

consumption
addiction

ignores its back-end discharge

i see the horror wake
creep up past its knees

bling in the liberty learjet

filched by a dentist

from a childs smuggling mouth

photo - Jet in the Fish Sky from the Dagenham Archive

WEIRD SCENES INSIDE THE BOLD MIND

blinking
fractures
my
world

into 

strobing scarlet street scenes
&
glimpsed rainbow shards

kaleidoscope oils on cement
&
catalogue layouts with muzak

repetitive soaps repeating
&
dry government safety films

horrors beyond the veils
&
drugbuzz teasers of bliss

and when the flesh curtains
fall on the days performance
i
wait
all night
for
an encore 

pushing the white noise away

from www.whitenoisecollective.com

FLOP AMOK TO NOWHERE

our real dreaming 
starts at dawn

the regular horror of day
flips
the
mind
to
flop amok 
and 
struggle to envision
life 
outside the soft cubicle

to
flop amok 
and 
struggle to picture
escape 
to the greener grass 

and if we did struggle there

  with
  the 
  motivation of assassination

  we
would
flop amok and bleach it
with
our
untreated day-mares

our
instinct and expectation

  of
doom and disaster
spreading
like
wasps
and
picnic
litter

from www.15five.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