Showing posts with label pan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pan. Show all posts

Tuesday, 7 November 2023

HOPE ON ICE




the sadness

is under the ice

i keep the hope on


as i play 

wait & see

in the mad dancing shadow

of the proverbial pan










Tuesday, 24 October 2023

PLACE IS HEAVY NONSENSE




trembling at death
frying pan to fire ?

agog at the universe
the size of the thing ! 

& afraid of tomorrow
that regular unknown

~

this place is heavy nonsense
run by lightweights & lunatics

their teeth marks clear
on the seaside piers 

& the dogs of circumstance
congregate to salivate 
in 
the 
truncated precinct

nangs & candy plastic
on 
the 
betting slip ground 










Friday, 12 June 2020

A DIAGRAM OF NEW HISTORY & OLD TOYS





we
are
a
backed-up
stack-up
of
sudden & creeping
butterflown events
in
the
fading meat world 
& 
the growing glass other

coincidental
or god blamed

drawn unrecognisable
in
times 
tumble weed
memory 
pans

&
google flattened
in the 
electric cumulus


~


the toys that i clutched
down there 
on the
hallway carpet hinterland

their
plastic detail
&
the 
skirting board

still now are 
lurid & lunging 
mescal real

simple details / simple time
face-close
eye-burn
for 
forever
ever





Lego System Legoland Machine No 603 Vintage Lego 1970. | eBay

from ebay.co.uk




Wednesday, 16 August 2017

YESTERDAYS EDITS



when 
i 
was 
solidstate & sarcastic
going faster miles an hour
i
was
a
streetside clothes horse
rapping elastic
in the mojo midnight
unsane
up
the
rec ground
climbing frame

harebrained in denim and nowhere free


~



& when i was a teflon pan
i was an echo chamber 
of feedback & warehouse labour

filtered 
with 
hearsay
from thirty years away

denying
the
frying
inside

~

& when i shorted out
out of the simmer pot
& into the blue stove flames
i
became
a
flagellating phoenix
combing for codeine
in the dead gold drift wood
on
the
kitchen granite causeway

& i asked for oxy
in the new wave vault
for
all
the
ultra waves
from out the catchup tv

~


& now im an open book

with a split & busted spine

i

am
all 
water stained & edged with brown
with dried up 
slo-mo go-go glands

playing canute in the bathtub

with a heel in the plughole
medicated right-side-up
&
john woo shootout slow

my index awol

& anyway
its written
in 
hanging chad braille



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