KITCHENSONG #2

kitchen hum morning

fine sliced carrot 

wooden chopping board

~

in the zen 

of deliberate knives

a piece of 

peace of mind

TWO POPS

there is a necessary level
of body & mind relaxation

for medically meaningful rest
that i just cannot achieve

without
eleven 

drugs
officer

~

we are soft lobsters

theoretically acclimatising

with plausible deniability

in the cosy boiling pot

of underthink

& black friday tvs

OFFCUT POSEY No 38

again i look for the way

the righteous mission

the secure channel of the mind

~

i saw it once before

in the silver mist 

of streetlights

& the warm hum of the cars

hermetic

incognito

driven

~

& the playful laughter 

of the brackish surf

washes up as we all wash up

ink blotting

on the pebbles 

of the night

MAYBE SOMEONE CAN EXPLAIN TIME

 

'we all need a fix 

at times like this

but doesnt it feel good

to stay alive ?'

gene clark

plays his songs

in my mind

like its the only gig that pays he wants

~


gene clark died

just as i found him

in the sam goody cassette tape days

auto reverse !

remember that ?

SPEAKERS BLIM

never
knowing
how long it will take
for my mind to get 

online 

again

i wait wait wait
in the sunday morning of it all

coffee & a folded cat

1993 out the speakers blim

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

THATS MY ENGLAND

damn cockerel
he bought opposite
needs oiling
needs a new battery
needs the chopping block

i am on my knees

in my mind

when i hear it

now someone is shouting 

bless you

after

every

cock-a-doodle-meh

& thats my england

right there

PHONE WANTS ALL THE JOBS

need a buffer
before the day

a refresh / a defrag / a purge

& tho the phone wants the job

wants all the jobs

i know a shower will do it best

wet ritual rebirth
so then
i can
attempt
myself
again

clean parts i hope will fool the mind

REANIMATE THE CHEESE

sitting down

trying to have

a brilliant idea

with the old bread

of my mind

~

all i manage 

is to lightly toast 

the poor sandwich 

to fake freshness

& reanimate the cheese

FOUND LIST 2

read the paperwork
&
prepare for call

5.30 pm

mind thurs

charging bank

coffee

brain

check notes

&

enjoy the process

granny chair

service camera

wood

photo Fuzztown Scaffold from the Dagenham Archive

CLONE GRETA THUNBERG (IF SHE DOESNT MIND)

that we should 

have / need / formed

a group even called

Extinction Rebellion

instead of a dedicated government dept

blows 

my 

tiny / naïve / idealistic 

arrested development mind

~

you moan 

you complain 

you lock them away

they made you late 

they made you think

realitys calling

but

sanity out of fashion

thunder storms & blunder storms

over fantastic today

they are all wendys brother

true-mad on the ozark shore

from STEVE DIETL/NETFLIX

PICASA MADRIGALS - SLOW CAFE & CLEAR OCEAN

VHS HEAD

I NEVER SAW BRUCE AGAIN

NATURE POP

god
forbid
i
unwittingly reverse
into
a
reserved parking spot
at
the
intelligent design
activities center

but
the silhouettes
of
sky born seagulls

well theyre 
just like
calligraphic strokes

freed fragments
of
fountain pen cursive
escaping over 
the bungalow tiles

and
they
blow
my
weak and loaded
jelly and formica
haunted pork
mind 

from eccentric99.wordpress.com

OPEN PICTURE BOOKS (INSOMNIA POPS)

the closing time hoovers
eating the days debris 
from shop floor carpet
inside the emptying mall

          up
          e
         s
      i 
  r 

decades on

in
nights
unregulated
arena

~

under dirty cotton clouds
and night flights to venus

the container port
across the marsh

clears its machine throat
like a breadline iron giant 
on sixty a day

and
someone
left
all
the 
picture books open again

in my mind beams

~

and
all 
of
the 
ugly beautiful faces
i will never see again

break thru surface tension

and why do you
why
?

from ebay.co.uk

FIND MEADOW

where is a great empty space 
a space
where politics is irrelevant 

antarctica ? 

with herzogs aztec king
and lovecrafts 6 foot penguins 

anyway
my mind conveniently left me 

the birds shat onion grass under the apple tree
and that bee big as a golfball that got inside 
well i got him out again

and
i
wrote something 
something good enough
something worthy enough
to read aloud
in a soft english meadow naked all the way to space 
coloured with nodding buttercups and patchwork dairy cows

i called it wire in the glass
i called it the veal and the chicken
i called it the moon men from mars

i put a note in my diary-
find meadow it says

then i count the bruise shades
in the killed grey sky
waiting for the streetlights to come on

theyre new lights theyre white now
and out the front round the sunflower fence
it looks like theres always an oncoming car

from nationalparks.gov.uk

OFFCUT POPISMS

sometimes its like
i wake up
all
of
a sudden

and think

what the shit am i wearing ?

( two diff clashing camo patterns
  and
  an
  orange check shirt )

or

why am i writing about
the
toilet
again ?

( it was NOT teflon in there . . . )

you
know ?

-

cant see the dangerous flames 
in 
the 
sunlight
of 
state approved fame

and
the
shouting
newspaper
fallout
deafens
us
with
agenda in bold font

-

the grey sea attacks

it sucks at the concrete edges

and my mind -

is
so
far
from home

fish scale sky by mizz bee on flickr

NO CHAIN JOINT / FRIDAYS PAST

  time
  was

mall friday / clock-out at 4 pm

hamburger in a no-chain joint
by
a
chalk-pit lake
where
swan shaped pedal-boats nod
  and
id  s m o k e  the day off me
in
the
stale
industrial
air

bus to the pub 
by the river 
  next

lose
my
mind
there

to thin lizzy / nirvana / pinball ding & rattle
in the mud stink of the estuary air

MED POP

new 
meds 
subtract 
saturday 
from the world
and
paint me a bold minus
in
my
mind

from minus head records