ABOUT A WARNING

it is impossible
to give
this warning in time

despite my efforts
to build
the appropriate machine

from deck chairs
& duct tape
& qualcast parts

but here it is anyway
for what its worth

so listen up kids -

be very careful
where you are born

REGULAR HORROR 6

nights obsidian shine

allows
dawns
grey
washcloth 

in

like a parent

loosing a game

with a kid

on purpose

for a quiet life

MYTHICAL CHESTNUT

living in the moment

that mythical chestnut

is for kids & animals

got no money

got no politics

  

wonderfully ignorant 

of their skin in the game

VOILA !

electric paper
inside glass
waits asking

i could piss anything
into this pixel snow

whatll it be today kids ?

such broad choice is crippling me

~

the meat clock
& the southerly wind
divinate forth the monday form
& i chisel it out of the light

& to the genuflecting circumstance
i say

hey you - voila !

SOUND FILE VOL 3

 

book love

yes

ignorant bitching

from behind the fence

&

my heart near fast as fear

~

book love

yes

&

someone always shouts 

at the kids who shout 

in free trampoline glee

HEAVY WITH WEIGHT

but
now

ignorance flown banners 
stain the innocent sky

&
i
look
down
the
sofa
cushions

to see 
if i cant find
where progress 
went to hide

heavy with weight


~


i find a peanut

&
hear a bassline
in the plumbing

i find a pen lid

&
hear horns celebrate
a hesitant dawn

i breath in orange
i exhale dank swamp

these days
its electric smoke now
&
my coffees in bamboo

all heavy with weight


~


& 
everyone i know with kids -
i tell them their kids

have to save us

us animals 
cord cut
from 
the cemetery forest
& the murder plains

& they nod

heavy
with
weight


~


&
the madman
who brings them down
& 
turns the pressure up

well
hes as laminated as anyone

but peeling
from the heat

heavy with the weight

from muscleandfitness.com

LEISURE PARK SONGS

90s radio station
rolls 
out
the
rose glass

frisco distracted at the time
these tunes are balm to me now

~

rain tattoos
with intention 
on the hatchback roof

its hurried morse
i strain to understand

~

this lead heavy bruised sky 
over the 
leisure park
rainbow neon

well my gut interprets it
     as warning
     as dull omen

     & 
     i send
it straight 
into my spam

~

&
as we leave
with our chicken

the hatchback wipers rhythm 
a 
machine composed
sustained coda

i wonder what 
all the kids here
will see 
& do 
tonight

from twitter.com

A REAL FLYING HELICOPTER

he was young
a kid
a bored kid
  out 
  looking 
  for 
  Something / Anything

on the hatchback streets

( corsairs
  cortinas
  white dogshit
  sex pistols graffiti
  in the rape-trap subway )

~

he was young
a kid
no friends to speak of
riding his bike alone
  
  his
  mind
  an 
  Anxious Accelerator
  full 
  of 
  Vicarious Adventures

from books he read
from tv he seen
where
other kids would go out on their bikes
and explore caves
and climb walls
  and 
  find
  Something / Anything
  
but its not like that
in his fucktown for him

~

he was young
a kid
and one day
by the high street
near the pool

( when the pool
  was just a pool
  marathons tizer fruit juice
  in the snack machine
  with a 2p slot )

  he
  sees
  a
  helicopter !

coming in low
coming in to land

a real flying helicopter 

~

he was young
a kid
and
its exciting
its smugglers ?

he follows it
heart in his mouth
ALIVE on a bike

and it goes down behind a wall
and he climbs up the wall

( a wall to climb
  like he read
  like he watched
  a wall to climb
  in a street of concrete 
  assisted-living chalets
  metal bins behind wooden doors )

he sees it landed on a field
hes never seen such a thing before
he thinks hes discovered 
  
  Something . . .
  
  Mystery / Adventure / Smugglers ?

out on his bike
like the books he read
like the tv he seen

~

he was young
a kid
but weirdly older inside
all of a strange sudden

  because

  theres kids from his school there
  they already knew it would be there
  they were ready and waiting there 

  to fly in the sky

and hes just a kid on a wall now

( granadas 
  carltons
  skin heads / safety-pins / scooter mods
  on
  the 
  half-day closing
  milk-float streets )
  
learning
how
things
work

just a kid on a wall

half-day closing
portishead 1997

BACK THEN

she smiles
so
very 
unsure
walking out the crescent
to fetch kids from school

 (that dull soup
  that baptism by liar)

  and
  i
  am
out the front 
filling my bins
with dry pens and a boozy past
  and
i nod back
i know her from school

 (that conformity creche
  that lord of the fila flies)

  tho 
we never talked
back then

back then when
i was a freak geek 
my own strange bean
and so very unsure   
  
  back
  then
  
  before phones

from www.denvercentre.org

INNOCENT INDESTRUCTIBLE SWEETITUDE

thank
fuck
for
the kids
with bubble snot noses
eating
paint
on
a
craft
afternoon
and
their
nannies who
sing
their
names out loud
in
community centres
spending 
their
days
on
the carpet
and
floor

thank fuck for them i think
and
their
innocent indestructible sweetitude

they are out there in the World
and knowing it
gives me strength
in
the
bland and murderous
middle
of
the
stale
weekday