KITCHEN INTERLUDE

sliced green peppers
with a sharp sharp knife

& laughing
at the bums
of the radish

JUST SO MUCH PAPER

 

my 

cardboard folder of poems

was 

suddenly just so much paper

& i took my hand 

to the train station home

in the tunnel vision

of october dusk

the 

city laughing

in 

alfresco clots

BALLAD OF A CURTAIN TWITCHER, THEY VANISH WHEN OBSERVED

  when 

  theres 

  laughing
& theres talking
& its getting closer
& its getting louder
& youre looking 

& youre peeping
& youre watching 

& youre peering
  out the window 

  into the street

  but theres silence

  no one is there

STUFF I HEAR NO 2

 

a handbrake yank & screech

& the postmans out & laughing

his radio not on today

the vans sliding door slides open

with a sound hard to describe - 

a latch crunch-clack 

& truncated roller rail wail ? 

anyway -

he ho-hums his round away
pausing for jabber natter

yeah mate

yeah mate

yeah

HID HIS WORDS IN DIRGE

the first time i saw dylan

he was alien to me

DESIRE BOB PLAY DESIRE BOB

yelled the lunatic behind us

pissing off everyone near him

but the travelling mumbleberry
hid his words in dirge

& 

left the stage - 

left us 

with 

a 

p r o l o n g e d

double bass solo

before a mangled watchtower

~

the second time i saw dylan

i thought i was more prepared

but

his rodeo-pimp-chic

his full-on folkabilly barrage -

well i could not stop laughing

& 

i pissed off 

everyone 

near 

me

FROM A CEMETERY BENCH

in the earth

this marsh-close clay

the dead lay

some not even bones now

tucked away

&

love broken

headstones have little to say

but

the fallen berries
tucked 
in
lacquered crevices

make a playful squirrels day


~

it comes back to this -

scratch
the blank
wide open

&
be as water
with the ink

bent & coping on the cemetery bench

every 
laughing
groundhog day

from smithsonianmag.com

PICASA MADRIGALS, MUSIC & LAUGHING WONT STOP

EVERYTHING IS PERMITTED

we 
are 
grounded monkeys
in homegrown polyester

proud of our cutlery thumbs
hot as heaven & cold as hell

& mad 
with 
the
thinking virus

the others 
in the universe 
are laughing at us

but
jealous
too

at the ease 
of our 
hypocrisy

& how we wear our morality
like disposable
latex gloves

patrick bateman from lynncinnamon.com

EFTOWN WELCOMES CAREFUL DRIVERS

at the edge of town

night

pubs shut

theres a sign standing there
like an elephant

or
death

would stand there 

it tells me where i am
like 
i 
am 
the only man in the world

i spend a long time

l 
  a 
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      g 
        h 
          i 
            n 
              g
  

i
was
very

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