CARB JONES

now i am in a supermarket
&
the
fluorescent tubes
strung up on high wires
are
bleaching
my
thoughts
&
ideas

now i am
rendered blank / confused

back brain a carb jones

in the rainbow fusillade
of the product aisles

HAIR BY NICKY CLARKE

babylon & the black dog

bogart in bohemia

theyre talking to denzel

for the movie

my ideas lose their way

in the unpaved quagmire
of a spiralling mind

&

my thoughts do

what cigarette smoke does

breathed out in the fog

the butcher of bakersfield 

betty boop & barberella

in b&q in brent cross

hair by nicky clarke

MORNING FLASH POPS

teeth coated thick
head stutter buffering

one hundred ideas fight for form
in the overlapped unachievable venn

i been awake 4 minutes-

existential crisis on the downlow 
is heavy breakfast

the day is right there
obvious but unknowable

resigned & sighing & demanding


~


moon surface heat rash
dirty white cats grey feet

i water the clay at 6 AM

hazmat in a shopping bag
for back step photoshoot

i am so full of memories
i am like a bursting child


~


at school

well i was shocked
at how keen the kids were

teacher asks a question
& these short arms shoot up
with a loud gulp of sucked air
& these arms are supported by the other arm
wrapped past the armpit to the back shoulder

they were DESPERATE 
in one hundred ways
waving those meat flags

well i knew then
i was outside 

from tex.stachexchange.com

I THREW OUT MY JOGGING SHOES TODAY AND OTHER POPS

we inhabit a strange world
and why not why not
why not have all the shop fronts say chicken
and all the others be bookies
with the bank out of town
even kfc ran away

~

i throw out my jogging shoes today
i will not wear them again

their soles rubbed loose by the cement rush
became dried and cracked with rest

~ 

i watch a war film  
it enables some compassion
and
i wonder if we are all gods
lost in accident 

i watch a sci fi thriller
and 
i grasp a tattered fringe 

 of 
 Understanding

under turning rainbows
from the crystal
hung in the window

~

now my shit
well it doesnt stink of shit today
it smells of death fuel
a forever compost
of pills and roses

~

we inhabit a strange world
we are space waste doing time in a skin bag
washing
always washing
in all the wonderful water

and

under turning rainbows 
from the crystal
hung in the window

why not

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