WITH TARTAN INSIDE

i used to call
the old guys
the shuffling phalanx of the lost

their bugle call
i assumed 

was a long & mournful fart

& they go

no more
for morning papers now

~

beige zipwear

with tartan inside

in donation bags by the door

africa jokes

about summer tans

gone from them for evermore 

CHALK & CHAIRS

there was no announcement
in any of the papers
& nothing on tv

no sirens
no shoutout
no sign

but i reckon / know / feel 

that all my teachers are gone now
dead / defeated / downsized
retired into the garden with crosswords

& they cant make me
reduce quadrilaterals
read steinbeck aloud
to anything ever again

in 

their 

compulsory fiefdoms

of chalk & chairs

NATURE SUGGESTION

 

the borders & barriers

the bubble they built in your mind

(smile can you ?

 in the dread afternoon)

you think well fuck them

they just make you climb

(laugh can you ?

 clock bound in the flesh wall)

papers be damned

you got mass here

& the shitter door

& the sleeping pod

& a shoe box of snaps 

well you think thats ok

but the rest should be natures suggestion

photo by mango-tango monkey-pyjamas

CAFE MADRIGAL 5 - THEY READ PAPERS

they read them
dont they

those yellow papers
left about
in 
the
supermarket cafe

they buy them
dont they

in habit
with a touch of pride

keen for the indignation inside

and they read them
dont they
in
the
supermarket cafe

where everyone can see them

their naked lunch on display

and
their reflux
tomorrows
front page

from pxleyes.com

REALITY IS THIN

HELPLESS

oil prices rise
or falter - whatever

papers are filed
always - set your watch by them

and his coffee gets cold
and he needs to piss bad 

thinks
it
gives
him
an
edge - the tiny-world weirdo

and hes
helpless
helpless
helpless

on this dirty jem spiral
whirling and twisting 
thru 
s p a c e 

to

        r
w    e      e   ?
   h

from lauramaligne.deviantart.com

OLD GUYS AND THE TRUTH LAWNS - POPTASMS

1.

  we are past 

    Truth 

the rags yell-

completely 
   forgetting 
  their job

and i am only trying 
to 
get 
my first coffee down

and
it
tastes
like
boiled stone



3.


out the window -

no shitehawks on my lawn

its 
all 
clean out there

  the
leaves laid out by an artist

no headlines
  for
broken
  eggs
   in 
   the 
 young starling trees


3.

and the old guys
from the old times
who fought the old wars
still
go
up the shop  
             s l o w l y

for
their
8 am
rags

every single bad news day


4.

and
our
forever
queen 

wrinkled gin puppet
 empire fresh
  on her 
 golden potty
calls for lavendar

picking
a
castle
for
the
weekend

from www.onceuponatimeabc.wikia