CAT POP 112

      was

   raised by foxes

   in the foraging dawn  

  

  now he throws bipolar jags 

     on 

      the 

       dusk window sill

        

          &

    disco naps at noon

 blocking wardrobe access

~

  he hams it up on the rug

    prayer paws

        &

     big eyes

     like he read up on wikihow

   we let him off -

      he was holy chosen

         with a black cat nod

  

BOOZE SONATA VOL1 WORMHOLE

those tiles
over the pub urinal
i saw them crack
under the pressure

of my supporting hand

i remember 

crumbling dust 

ceramic fragments
dusting my white knuckles


~

i remember zipping up

i remember stepping back

& 
the tiles werent tiles

they were lino

but stamped like tiles

no cracks there
no knuckle dust

& no urinal either

was a broom cupboard


~

i remember coming out the cupboard 

to barstaffs sarcastic applause
& 

i remember my composure 

was rock solid

like a drunk-numb dover cliff

& i lit a cigarette
& i went to the pool table
& to all my drinks there

but there was no pool table

was a crammed refurb gastro slot

~

i remember a waiter

he told to take my smoke outside

& i did

blue cue chalk 

on my

pissy smoking fingers

easter island composure

weathering the london dark

photo Night Dark courtesy of the Dagenham Archives

PICASA MADRIGALS, DRILLING

KITCHEN LINO AND MICRODOSES

1. PROBABLY 

being
spiked
with
microdoses
of 
bad hallucinogens

i mean everythings got tracers

but
theyre
boring



2. I EXPLODED

no question
about that

and i know i swept myself up

but it looks
increasingly like

i missed some bits
down
on 
the 
kitchen lino 

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