PADDED OUT WITH DEJA VU

forever has lost its reach
&

is padded out with deja vu

& 

i 

repeat myself

repeat myself

repeat myself

going round
like a clock
goes round

bloody allergy nostrils

flaring again

in spring again

at the redolence of murdered grass

FEARS FACED - A SHORT STORY POEM TREATMENT

all his burned belongings 

are ash & mess now 

effluent in the estuary pull

he stands naked now

abroad & in a desert

smashed spectacles at his bleeding feet

theres murder behind him

confessions & incriminations

in the newspaper mail

his last meal was

his mobile phone

fears faced

or

getting there

~

lobotomy spoon held loose 

in a zombie hand

his doubts jam now 

flung on the nights scree

hes waiting on police now

an ambulance
bit of rendition maybe

or holy wrath

& he is smoking Camels again

or trying to - hes clumsy

his fears faced

or

getting there

photo Widescreen Blobs No 8 courtesy of the Dagenham Archive

NO PAWS OF GLASS

animals-
no possession perfection 
blameless in murder & theft

like the wood
like the stone

unselfconsciously 

brewing effervescence 

like a storm

solo tasking

with no paws of glass

no search & tap distraction
on
the
still & content lawns

deadleaf carpet today

from lovewapping.org

METAPHOR BATH BEFORE SUPPER

give me
give me
give me

that home comfort smell
&
baby thunder 
of 
a
hot running bath

that easy peak 
of civilisation

&
the reassuring 
background bubbling
of
a
simple stew 
happily simmering 
out 
there
on the kitchen stove


~


i wallow 
contented
in my own 
hot water dirt

i delight
at
the 
murder aroma
of
the
softening beef

& 
i think 
my hands
are clean

from onceuponachef.com

CALL OF THE WILD

  its a strange world
    a hiccup life
 smeared and weird

   bricks and upvc and cars 
  block paving round the fruit trees
      where we tried
  to improve the ground

 and too  of course  the endless plastic rain

  step back  take a time out  
     and

      come

     on

     d
     o
     w
     n

  see   we are  beasts on the carpet
   phones now  where our claws were

    see  we are  animals with tiles
 insulated from the call of the wild
         
       we  still hear it . . .

 its an itch 
   we talk about 
    in the  
 therapy room

  the steel edge  in our laughter
   after dusk   when murder
      is
       for
      the good of the brood
      
     or
      only
     the
  dinner bell

from wikiality

DECLARATION POPS

  BY THE POWER OF GRAYSKULL

   i declare heaven  Real
 an equal opportunity employer
         and
        affordable

   i declare  Murder 
  never to hurt at all

   and  nothing to be Sad
       any
       more


  THE GRAVE OF THE UNKNOWN DREAMER

     i declare
  famous lives
     celebrated

       check  &  duh

     too 
    tho -

  i declare  chanceless orphans
 to be the  unknown dreamers

   stuck in the thrust of sun

      their
 celebration
    overdue


  WORK POP

 work
 working
 workaholic
 drink
 drinking
 alcoholic

 break
 breaking
 breakdown
 sleep
 rest
 eiderdown


  STRENGTH POP

    real
  strength

 is not  impenetrable

     but
   ballet  flexible

 open as a western movie sky

   antihero
 unformed & rootless
     talking to animals 
      on
     the
   desert  skin


  DRUNK WRITERS

  no  longer compatible
 with the drugs of my trade
     i
   take
 another
     route

  as  equally old
   and  cliche

 homey lube  in the toy age
    an ace punt 
  thru the timed exit
    and
 plenty  of 
  sitting  down

from wiki grayskull

OLD GUYS AND THE TRUTH LAWNS - POPTASMS

1.

  we are past 

    Truth 

the rags yell-

completely 
   forgetting 
  their job

and i am only trying 
to 
get 
my first coffee down

and
it
tastes
like
boiled stone



3.


out the window -

no shitehawks on my lawn

its 
all 
clean out there

  the
leaves laid out by an artist

no headlines
  for
broken
  eggs
   in 
   the 
 young starling trees


3.

and the old guys
from the old times
who fought the old wars
still
go
up the shop  
             s l o w l y

for
their
8 am
rags

every single bad news day


4.

and
our
forever
queen 

wrinkled gin puppet
 empire fresh
  on her 
 golden potty
calls for lavendar

picking
a
castle
for
the
weekend

from www.onceuponatimeabc.wikia

WILLINGLY DREAMING WHILE THE EARTH BURNS

unfamous pop-tarts
are herded
needy and bleating
as
guilty sacrifice lambs 
thru
sat night soft gladiator pre-praise
all
wanting it SO much
and
pumped up to unreal heights with steroid-fame 
they
cry
into
presenters shoulders
when
its
all
taken
away
by a premium rate revenue stream

theyre launched 
into a B-strand residue 
of morning tv
cheap weeklys exclusives
their five minute faces
filling
up
newspapers
instead
of
the murder murder murder
of
bees
earth
and
us 

 from www.newnownext.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