HAPPY & NAKED EGG

stuff your empty jargon
up
your
brand
identity

& leave me be

filing my reports
under a gibbous moon

dig your traffic holes
under the old stones
if you must

why not ? its a small stupid

in a lunatic world

just leave me be

under a china sky

a happy & naked egg

laid out in the onion grass

plum blossom falling

on the slo mo of thermals 

& the southern breeze

WEDNESDAY POPS AGAIN

ONION GRASS

the wind
is a shout

an order
that moves trees

a base communique
from banished babel

i stand 
in the
dead apples
and
onion grass

earthed
on the lawn



ANOTHER POSTCARD FROM BRITAIN

sos sos sos

nationalist pathogen
deliberately released

and tho sunlight
has got to the
smoke and mirrors

it 
doesnt 
seem 
to 
matter



SAYS NOTHING TO ME

outside the window
the day throws
the air about

its a half-arsed tantrum

inconsistent
irritating me

the uniform grey sky
says nothing to me

nothing

like listening 
to late period radiohead
under cold water

from thefatangelsings.com

FIND MEADOW

where is a great empty space 
a space
where politics is irrelevant 

antarctica ? 

with herzogs aztec king
and lovecrafts 6 foot penguins 

anyway
my mind conveniently left me 

the birds shat onion grass under the apple tree
and that bee big as a golfball that got inside 
well i got him out again

and
i
wrote something 
something good enough
something worthy enough
to read aloud
in a soft english meadow naked all the way to space 
coloured with nodding buttercups and patchwork dairy cows

i called it wire in the glass
i called it the veal and the chicken
i called it the moon men from mars

i put a note in my diary-
find meadow it says

then i count the bruise shades
in the killed grey sky
waiting for the streetlights to come on

theyre new lights theyre white now
and out the front round the sunflower fence
it looks like theres always an oncoming car

from nationalparks.gov.uk