15 YEARS OF BLOGGING POEMS

i know 

my reports

are hit & miss

like the coat on coat off
         coat on coat off
         coat on coat off
         english weather roulette

but 

this 

is 

a self employed position 

& 

i make my own hours 

&

the targets are fluid 

& 

the quality control watchdog 

is stretched out thinking 

nothing & nonsense

across the daytime bed

MICE OF OURSELVES

'You sound like youre from nowhere.'

David Goodis, The Burglar



we have made 

mice of ourselves

afraid of 

the machines above

no mind

the cannibal holocaust

behind the pastel dream
of the faded ads

on end terrace

masonry gables

sky pie for supper
in the babel shade

 

FOR THE SIMPLIFIED VIEW

when i wake up sometimes
its like i am a husk

a nothing who knows nothing
empty / nowhere / nada

& then its like
i arrive into myself
like i am 

a pdf 

to open

& as i fill up 

i do buffer some

& i search my meat browser
for the button to click on

for the simplified view

OUR GLOBE THEIR WHACKAMOLE

the hungry pile up
against the contractors fences

one way cash
nowhere people

need a cow catcher mama
to clear a red carpet path

~

our globe

 

their iphone whackamole

if that

ALMOST A MILLION OF US

at any one time
almost a million of us 
are 
   
    in 

 the  sky

~

fast chairs 
chopped tv
canned air
dollhouse booze

( airforce oxygen
        &
  industrial bombs )

drugged
from
tension
& 
opiated hardsell wait

~

airport atmosphere
discombobulated
streetside habits

till the gut-rush take off
of consensus equations

~

its
a 
strange pause

a nowhere white-hum shudder 

not escape - an absence

no heaven
off the
starboard bow

from consumerreports.org