ANCIENT OAKUM

its
all
like
dried up glue

stringy & ugly
& something to pick at

ancient oakum come loose

& on the way 

to the kitchenette bin

in the peach colour prefab

then landfill

or a south pacific beach

where the turtles

cosplay westerners

but never for long

LANDFILL HILL (AFTER LISTENING TO BOB FORREST)

most 

everythings 

in landfill hill *

apart from love & fear

these jeans 

this hat

1000 unceremonied burials

we went mad with stuff

~

impossible / unlikely / crazy

as it feels / is / sounds

one day i may be 

blown dust & smoke drift 

loose in the bird cloud sky

except for my love & my fear
theyre the hills

the mountain valleys

timeless maybe & almost music

tomorrows uncut songs

blunt mineral  

potential in the stone

~

i hope they keep you up

or you find others that do

on the streaming dial

i hope they save your life 

save your love & your fear 

i hope you give 

my vintage denim 

a good home

pockets mad with stuff

above landfill hill

* in spirit at least-

  dont look in the loft

from the guardian.co,uk

the matterhorn reflected in riffelsee, zermatt, swiss alps. frank fischbach

FUTURE ME

i am 124

i am in some 
automated precinct cafe
deep in airstrip one

i pay an army surplus drone
thru the nose for real coffee

i stroke my effort of beard
and 
gesture outside
and
say

i remember when all this
all THIS
was landfill

i
laugh
to
myself

donor card in my hand

hungry for the past
and
a 
massive heart attack

from discovermagazine.com

MEET ON THE LEDGE

theres this song
i only remember

. . . meet on the ledge . . .

its the loneliest goodbye
as
a
beautiful appointment

i picture a rocky shelf
its kind of been there all along
but we just didnt know

like a nature reserve built on landfill
thats outside streetside tunnel vision

or like when tarzan visited the elephants graveyard on tv
you just need to know the right vines
to
push
aside

i picture people appearing in ones and twos there
a neglected light shining now from inside them

maybe some hold hands now
as things fall away
and theres dignity  
quiet  
subdued sun
everything aok everything right
torn holes filled
as if with fertile loamy soil
and no doubt
at all
at last

a warmth long missing is revelation
that fits like bath shrunk 501s

and theres a rack of wings there
to choose from

in wonderful shades
of
dulux
grey  

fairport convention, meet on the ledge, from youtube

WHA? POP TRILOGY

i got suckered 
into
reading news online

instead
of
Writing
the
world
Right

now i am FULL
and
have
to
go shit it all out quick

~

under a crossrail brexit junkie moon
i 
wonder - 

what of all those misc objects
from
my
past ?
all those plastic things
i 
touched and held ?

landfill

theyre in landfill baby

under a crossrail brexit junkie moon

~

it bothers me now

ill and sick and a shadow

that i am in no condition
to
tackle endtimes
or
weather the apocalypse 

like
i
always
thought
i
would

from www.thischristianjourney.com