TIME HAS A GUN

time barrels in the door

shouldering it open

38 special out

owning the space

naked & huge & steaming

~

& 

memory lane

holds onto you 

like it needs you

but you know 

it has a steak knife

up its elasticated cuff

 

DREAM FUDGE POP - THE STORE BAR

 

in 

waking 

retrospect

the bar looked like a department store

& that was fine

in that dream way

& the way dreams are

spirits & chicken & white goods
hazard stacked on the floor

lou reed lookalikes on the door

dressed transformer style

i thought

passable at least from afar

~

i am drinking again

but only dream-here

& only dreamed beer

no pain 

none

& none of the meatworlds whisky fear

~

& theres no screaming at all

when

the

bulls

pile

in

slo-mo funny 

passing on cherries but bagging fur

photo- Freedom Glares #2 from the Dagenham Archive

FOUND LIST 6

 

linux

pillow cases

call pdsa

edit lists

win

email james ellroy

text all

remember ?

tidy desk

back up

i like jam (strawberry)

photo Mashville Skyline from the Dagenham Archive

OPEN LETTER TO THE FUTURE

dear future yous

yes
you
in
the
silicon
dust

you eating grey putty
from the seed banks mush

you slipping across 
the laminated british isles
firmware
forever
buffering
in
your
boots

to you i say yes

yes the sky was once a fantastic blue
and
the oceans any shade you could think of

and yes 
the clouds
were the most perfect things
and
birdsong tho wonderful
was irritating too

( we did that -
  they learned our alarms
  in the citys
  24 7
  chiming
  twilight
  monochrome -
  just ask the unabomber )

and yes
the forests

well 
how to describe a forest ?

to you
who never
seen one ?

well
it was like heaven in there
like heaven in the woods

and i can only hope 
you have wonders of your own
cos we had 
one helluva
wrap bash
and 
i can tell you this -

that suicide love ?

well
its 
very
good for the appetite 

kindest regards
the 20th C

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