A DIMINISHED TRIAD

 

1

a night moment 

the day kept -

i never met anyone
who looked ugly 

in the trumpeting & flickering

of driftwood firelight

2

obedient steel
homogenised
on the permalink blacktop

ferrys our shopping core around

3

night harvest

cool jazz coda

the unplumb mornings

jazz to limp

MORNING REPORT 103

furious
at
whateverthefuck
on
a
beautiful morning

i swallow it / cough it / spit it

& count sets of five
in math zen
on my fingers

~

& i force-accept 

the yellow-white sun

its indifferent majesty

& unheard scream

its warming jazz

& coincident hug

up there 

in the Great Black Hole

HOMEGROUND WIN

now i am rewatching 

the movies again

sizemore & sigourney

paxton / peggy / piper

a comfort splurge

& a guilted foy
is a homeground win

~

trawling for trivia
for
the
social smokescreens

jazz & flub & bluff 

& passing time

doing time

in the universal 

tingle

mind 

& stream

WITH THE AUTHORITY OF AN INDUSTRY ANALYST

hmv sells nostalgia now
lps there i ignored 

the first time around

old metalheads
list records in surprise
bruce dickinson ! the kinks !

~

i hear a man
loud & off somehow
tell his ladyfriend
quiet but off somehow
about how he owned a record player

just like this one

& when he says

im glad vinyl is making a comeback

with the authority

of an industry analyst

she answers

who is vinyl ?

~

i take a punt

on a jazz percussionist

with a reduced sticker

its a name i can almost place

& leave
thru the merch blockade

of

tshirts & totes & tat

REMEMBERING GONE FESTIVAL

generator hum 

             on the bacon wind
skunk funk 

          in the woodsmoke weft

sparse crowd for early jazz

barter town on acid

~

islands in the mire
bez in a situation

aisha without iggy

was barter town on acid

    mad max in a dmc

MAD JAZZ RESOLVED - ANIMAL !

 

count the locum stars

barefoot in the onion grass

&

disappear invisible - animal !

pissing free & marking

the holly hedge point blank

inside 

the gardens 

monochrome dark

where the maintenance line 

is only made manifest  

if you willingly wield 

the hand-me-down GPO rust shovel

with intent & lowborn design 

& back indoors 

its all science wonder

mad jazz resolved

in screaming blue light

photo Garden Peeping No 2 from the Dagenham Archive

NO SUCH THING AS A BROKEN TAP

 

never list the faulty devices

do not name the broken things

because

there is no such thing

as a broken tap

they only are

as they will be

& maybe were

in a plastic zen sort of way

~

plumbing is mad jazz

because 

theres no such thing 

as a broken tap

when 

the 

oak is acorn & stump

is tinder & coal & home

so never list the faulty devices

& do not name the broken things

photo Garden Peeping No 1 from the Dagenham Archive

MUSIC POP

& the jazz rock fusionators
touching up the funk

& the mentholated hiphop metalers
pillaging the cinema

hose me down
at half time

& fill me up again

from kleptones.bandcamp.com

BOILED OVER

american jazz
mumbled chinese

starbucks tuesday AM

hot melting pot
five cheese sandwich

brown leather
white skin

her gleeful point
his empty stage

& a bip bop poem
is in the air

boiling over
away from me

in 
a 
never ever promise

from weareadifferentkindofwoman.blogspot.com

DEPOSIT FORFEIT

SKULLBONE STRAIGHTJACKET

SKULLBONE

we go mad
in our own tree
mad in our own
skullbone straightjacket

mostly invisibly 
of course

googling trepanation
on the sly 



ARGUING TREE

and arguing
with the voices
and the faces 
in the bark
and the knots
we become exasperated
looted and lost

still we jump down
in time for tea
and roll out
our useless recycling
on a thursday night

only now
maybe we have kept 
an old bird nest
maybe on our head
maybe as a hat
as a reminder
and protection



WHAT WAS SAID

noeliberalism

and disaster capitalism

the tree said

are trapped gas . . .

best play jazz to the wind
to the leaves
to the wood and water

everything
is
upside
down
out there 

and kept that way
by amazon opec and viacom

dont look 
but pray for the youth

the tree said

that they 
might be
builders

from philschatz.com

JAZZ STATION 2

SHOTGUN BLAST NEXT TO MY EAR (A P.I. PULP POP)

  it 
came after
gone dames
played the
wrong games
and
the
cold
rain that fell
fell in a black mood
as
if
it
knew it would be ice by morning

  and 
i listened to my jazz
in
mono

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