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

AN UNSURE POP

the horrors -

the bombs
the charity children
the dangerous drinking water

the charity children 
getting drone bombed
IN 
their 
dangerous drinking water

you
can
scroll
past them now

with one hasty-lazy thumb

fossil fuels
powering 
your
looking glass

rivers throttled
&
elephants down

do you want to follow the money ?

or dance 
in
complicit 
aversion

wallowing
gluttoned

with me


~


when 
back in the day
itd
have
been
rumour & gossip

did you hear what the stranger said ?!

& 
eventual 
horror story 
oil lamp legend

or likely

proof of satan
&
means of control


~


in other news
i found my college yearbook

&
i
put
it
straight away again

spine in

even my history 
too raw

from raf.mod.uk

COVID POPLING

 & 
 underhand 

 underdesk 

 underchecked 

 foul fuckery 

 will show 
 by xmas 

 in those 
 money market markers 

 of 
 confidence number myth 

 & 

 the used up canaries 

 uncaged now 

 well they can no longer sing 

from amust.com.au

THOUGHT POPS

monsters rule
by 
physciatric consensus

when will out come the nephilim ?

they will crumble quickly
asking for uhu glue

~

gravity is a closed window

above us is sky 
space & forever

we ride 
a heavenly fedex
to where ?

~

knee jerk bombs
face saving missiles

90 dead before breakfast

cardiac bellies
sag on the third green

~

unspecial under bricks
nature is calling

forests & streams
fill my dreams

~

stretch out
in my wifi pod

assassinated pig
on cornershop bread

mind in a gone land

~

cornershop stale chat

i shall take my silence
as a hint
to leave

~

and for one precious moment

for one precious moment

one 
precious 
moment . . .

meh

from freerepublic.com

BABY JOHANSEN AGAIN

BEDROOM LANDS 3

bedroom lands-
gone where 
the past goes 
when it goes

now-
coasters on walnut
in  
living rooms
empty acres

us- 
aged carbon
crying to
arcade fire

~

bedroom lands-

weird truths
came out of
unguarded accelerator minds

those nights-
we broke them
till
dawn

dawn-
golden grime
carnivorous

~

island kingdoms
bedspread empire

pillow battlements
where i
found my name

and / but / then

money trumps time 
drink trumps money
in
scheduled
bottleneck 
ambush

lost innocence
corrupted memory
is
storage
reformatted

pic from blog.modspace.com

REACH FOR A SIMILAR PAW

     denim
     wifi
     &
     a choice of hats
     makes
     me
     forget everything

makes me
forget
     i am monkey

    clenched fist 
    trapped online
     in the money jar

release your grip oh monkey you
&
instead reach out 
         & hold
         that offered
          similar 
          simian 
           paw
   
    & smile
  like that rarest thing
      a quiet
     contented
    human child

pic from realtimeshortstories.wordpress.com

NO SHIT LITTLE FRIEND

i had a little friend
once upon a time

and he would say
motorbikes are the safest
cos you can jump free
in a 
traffic accident 
situation

he said that
no shit

my little friend

~

and
my little friend
moaned
about
the
walk
home
after the pub so much
i used to carry him

he would call me his cart horse
and say giddyup horsey

we had no cash for a cab
he had no money for rounds
i had a bottle for the road

my dreams were blinkered
under 
the
inconstant trumpet moon
and
strength was all i had

for me
for my little friend
for anyone

~

and one time

i dont know why

but
i kicked him in the kneecap
with my work boots on
and he fell down a hill
where the town stopped
and the marsh started

and now i never understood this
but he was always keen
to re-enact this event

he was
no shit

and i was always willing
to kick
my little friend
in the kneecap
with my work boots on

~

hes gone now

to the
southern hemisphere

and
the
last
time
i
saw
him
was in awful daylight 
outside the library
cos he wouldnt
come out
for evening drinks
anymore

he must stay in
he said
to polish his parents brass

my little friend said that
no shit

~

i wonder how he is
and if he remembers his cart horse
like
i
remember
the
jumper
he
wore
that would ripple with flames
if you threw a lit match at him

and
we
all
did
that

from mocktheorytest.com

73.8

seventy three point eight
million pounds

said the email

the email didnt say that

it didnt say million
and the point
was one decimal left

and it wasnt for me
i owed it

bank fees or similar
cos money costs money

and one day too late
or even just in time

we will all see the emperor
in his birthday suit

and
that
wont
cost
a
thing

from phrases.org.uk

FRIDAY POPPADOMS

A TV AD
I FORGET FOR WHAT

theres
a
tiger
in the bungalow

hes
half tranq'd
fully b'tiful
prob endangered
and
the 
contrast is delicious
when
he
lays
across
the 
divan
like
a
lightning striped 
deep-velvet emperor

noble 
and
guiltless

and i am jealous
window shopping
online
again


COUNT YOUR WEIRD BLESSINGS

if you got no legs johnny
and those tories johnny
they
cut
your
money 
and took your bedroom

but
you cant get out anyway johnny
to
see
what
else
they gone and done can you ?

so you see johnny
them tories got a plan dont they ?

much
more
than
just
spite


UNVOLUTION

we climbed out the lakes
saw the land
thought
fuck this
and quickly hid in the trees
and 
when we got our blood up
and came down again
we stood in the weird water 
of 
the 
looking 
glass
wasting ourselves
wondering at the moon

our opposing thumbs
stuck in the air

for a fast lift
out 
of
there

from pinterest.com

FICTION POP 2, ANGELS UNICORNS BOWIE

PAIR OF POPS

      GARDEN POP

   i am drawn to the trees
 to the  quiet riot  out there

  barks rough edges  leaves smooth sweep
 theres a calmness to the tied earth

   an empty that needs no filling

    and my manmade fabrics
   feel loud
          and a mistake 
     in this beige ribbon 
        this fenced eden

from unsplash.com

      PLANNING AHEAD

 old couple  in a chilly costa
    huddle shoulder to shoulder

  theyre doing a crossword together
    their coffee steams
   their mugs touch

     will  that be us ?
 that will  be us

     if we have money then
  and  britain is not  ashes

from whitbread.co.uk

TRUTH / NEWS / FAGS TRILOGY

1.

dont smoke
dont smoke
dont smoke the tabloid crack

dont smoke
dont smoke
dont smoke the broadsheet freebase

smoke fags
  smoke fags
    smoke fags - if you cant stop
   
    they
    are
    your
    best 
    fair weather friends

    existential moments
    with
    truth
    on
    the
    box


2.

think binge 
in your own tiny mind
if you can be bothered

pick and choose from the river of facts
or
listen to your kfc guts 
for
instinct
hints
about the milky flow

or let it all be

leave
the man-made weather in its snowglobe
on
your
folks
mantelpiece

look deep in it
once a month
and
wonder
how
and 
why


3.

follow the money
follow the money
chase the cash 
for
truth and reason

if nothing comes clear
then
you
are
in
the realms of madness

the clown-smile land
of bad taxidermy

and what of questions then ?

from onyxtruth.com

BEE LIE POP HAIKU

i saw yellow bee !

i have spare folding money

only 
one 
is 
true 

 from fine art america.com

BIG STUPID

between
the
crap-shoot of soft health 
and 
feet-up backroom tardiness
the 
hot lust for nothing 
but

Big Peace and salty carbs

is

derailed like a movie train

by

anxiety news of money and murder

and

the

military drums bang-banging

a

white noise whine-hum anthem

of 

World and War and Waste

and 

avoidable mental disaster - its the Big Stupid 

getting

in 

the 

way

of

simple ideas that pass for easy dreams

like

road block uniforms on imagined borders

that

keep

our

debated souls burning

between

the

missed somethings and avoided anythings

of

essential school-broken futility 

in 

the 

drunk stumble steps

that

pose

as

time - the unstoppable journey

to

unscared 

death 

 from healthhabits.ca