OLD LEATHERS NEW FUR & OTHER AILMENTS

always 
blood bleeding
from some tear 
somewhere

red leaks 
out my 
meatbag 
canvas

~

& hair roots
have tumbled
from my crown

start new 
& lonely lives
where ever
their tumble
took them 

~

ridged nails
split & burr

joints crack & pop
like firewood coals

~

bike crash
thorn rips
show only
in high contrast photos

( vet patched me up
  yes - a vet )

~

& now
homeless
matter
beds down
inside
old scar
crevice
furrows

like a 
city-stained
overdue 
pressure-wash 
town hall

wearing the weather

from way-to-be-healthy.blogspot.com

PICASA MADRIGALS, GOD IS PLANES

gods chewed nails

scratch the sky

like he

wants

back in 

we say its planes

THURSDAY POPS

A RUBY PORT CASK 
FOR FINISHING SCOTCH

all that drink

it was like i was in a barrel

going over niagra

scream-laughing
for
twenty
odd
years



TV POP
HITLER FOREVER APPARENTLY 

we watch people shop
watch nail paint dry

theres a half-hour
list of movies
jesus would have enjoyed

and at any one time
on one channel somewhere
always at least one

hitler show



FORGOTTEN BEAST REMINDS

at night
i hear

a kind of deep cough

it comes in the window
like from off across the marsh

could be the river port . . . 

but
sounds
more
like
something     big and forgotten
                     is
             clearing its throat

      as
       a
reminder

never for a speech

from scotchclubyeg.com

IT ALL MAKES ME ALMOST CRY

the wallpaper
i choose for my new room
when
we
moved
in 1979

makes me almost cry 
when i think
of it now

the nails driven
into the partition wall
for airfix models
i 
wasnt 
really 
into

makes me almost cry
when i think
of them now

that toy motorbike
i got for xmas
that wasnt a toy
but
a
model
and not for play

makes me almost cry 
when i think 
of it now

the sundays 
out on my bmx alone
holding onto
the weekend freedom
before
bewildering
compulsory
school

makes me almost cry
when i think 
of them now

the toy garage
on my boxroom bedroom floor
that could have been anything
before the lights went on

make me almost cry
when i think 
of it now

the plastic ice lolly molds
we used to put orange squash in
and
then let it melt
on the kitchen backstep
cos
it
tasted
better
that way

almost make me cry
when i think 
of them now

the trailer 
i would crawl under
and the laurel tree
i would hide in
hoping for adventure

makes me almost cry
when i think 
of them now

the tall pear tree i would climb
out the front
and sit on the high brick wall there
hidden
but
seeing
everything

makes me almost cry
when i think
of it now

all the tears
i shed
on sunny afternoons
mad
with
ennui
and
weird fear unexpressable

makes me almost cry 
when i think
about it now

chart pop from the early 1980s
when i got my own radio
and
listened
to
radio 1
after 
bewildering
compulsory 
school

hardly make me almost anything anymore
cos
the
endless useless radio repetition
has
taken
all
meaning 
away
forever

and that makes me glad
when i think
of it now

MANICURE (exploded haiku)

if god cleans his nails

he finds his keenest followers

  made
    of
      yellow
        gunk

 

from apod.nasa.gov