THAN YOU

someone
younger
dies
& its like the rug been
pulled out from under
& theres no floorboards there

someone
older
dies
& its like the roof comes off
& the ceilings gone
& all the sky gets in

& youre left
naked in space
thinking what the fuck

ABOUT PAINTERS OVERALLS

 

i

cremated

blue overalls

on consecrated ground

hoping

to find them 

ready & clean & waiting

on a reserved celestial hook

because
i
worry
about
how
naked heaven must be

if we dont even
have our bodies to wear

FRAG 11

 

next doors
washing hangs out limp

in the
greyscale murk & sleet

underwear opened & naked

stays out there all night
& its wrong
& the moon
it wont look

BLOG POST NUMBER 3333, BE ANIMAL

this is BLOG POST NUMBER 3333

this seems like a landmark
that needs an announcement
but its only numbers

seems a good point to suspend
the blog for the holidays
normal service will continue soon

hatchbacksonfire.blogspot.com

also listen to the
Alternate Stories & Fake Realities
Midwinter Monologues podcast

i am in it, innit

https://www.buzzsprout.com/411730?s=30
https://linktree/AlternateStories?s=03

~

BE ANIMAL

animals are naked 

they own themselves

we are meat runes to them

& thats ok -

we can still be friends

tho our cups 

are busted 

into logo dust

~

i fiddle with minutiae

in the mornings feint 

rome burning 

the best violins

CARVERY DESSERT VOL5

you-

youre
too good
too honest
too pure

i am jealous


~


im talking to you
leonard anne william
pablo enerst nick
jim & jack & pat
kurt & all the rest

so often
such perfect 

versions of yourselves
that 

my 

heart becomes afraid


~

must take it all on naked

staying still

only stalls 

disappointment

clothes only cover the scars


~


its no real choice
zen is in the babysteps
the rest in others hands

SOME WEDNESDAY POPS

INTRINSIC NAME ROMANCE

andalusia
corpus christi
&
the milk mountains

bear creek
moses peak
&
the silverlink service
to gospel oak

~

maps make order
make dreams

&
its ok with me
if the same 7 11s there
open
late

in a 
heart warming rendition
of different evening air



GENERATION NEXT

hes sure 
theres hope
floundering up
out the undertow

a dovetail of brains & balls
fingers crossed
touch wood

in
the
tech
heavy
hearts
of 
Generation Next 

~

bluetooth babies
shall OWN
the collateral circles

but he feels like a dinosaur still

his 50s gut
his rabbits foot

every day 
expecting to see

a
motivated
comet
replace
his
dial-up 
sun

or disease like an asteroid
come & mock
the 
pool table rules
mid-game


MAGIC & MIRACLES

magic & miracles

well they always happening 

just
in 
the 
margins

& you need drink-talk in your guts
a mad edge fenestration
satellite objectivity

to
get
you
off the beaten busted road
of hummed drummed material witness

& see
the glitch-clicker

count 
     on 
       up



WAIL

so wail yes wail
wail the blinkers off
at
the
salami asylum slices
of 
miscellaneous fuckery

ring the grief
out the 
singing bells

in the obscene nothing
of 
wednesday 11 AM
blank wall rebar 

that
takes
you
down

& kills dead 

even the home scent
of your plug-ins

from televisius at flickr.com

IT FELT LIKE CHEAP SPEED

RIDE

its a psychotic ride

ordinary murder

in the bushcraft vacuum

and theres

amazing views

amazing views

on

this

death trip

thru

natures indifferent glance

and

out cements hard backside

and the night is the arse of the day

if the day is a payday loan

deep in the plastic heart

of neon darkness

its

the most naked

that

wear

the most expensive

under

a sun made from bubble wrap

in the bingo ballroom

and the old gods 

gave way to nothing

to our nothing

at all

and we all shout

death is for losers

knocking on that very door

pic from bbc.co.uk

TRILOGY VOTE-POPS

FRIDAY

i
brim over 
with
horror drama
and
i
say

  goodbye sweet progress
  at least
  i saw 
  your face

i am silent and sick

my
street
an
ancient projection

from
the
museums movie archive



WEEKEND

tears dry

straws are grasped

dominoes totter

but
trees are STILL green
the
lawn STILL needs mowing
in
the rain
thats
the same

and
we
watch
a 
rerun make-over show

on
purpose



VEIL LIFTED

veil lifted

pull it down pull it down

cos
suddenly we are aware 
         we are naked
         and
         we 
         are
panic-bluffing

that
its
ok

when its not

and
our balls are in awful danger
on
the
sharp and spiky streets

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