KITCHENSONG #2

kitchen hum morning

fine sliced carrot 

wooden chopping board

~

in the zen 

of deliberate knives

a piece of 

peace of mind

AN UNPLUGGED VIEW

sitting

in my waiting pose

or
attempting sleep

rolled like a prawn
or

standing & rocking

doing one awkward tai chi
or
beached & nothinged 

with the tv 

tuned to anything

anything at all
or 

afternoon painting
with my icy claws

& if i remember to

i imagine my scene
as if off from a distance

like i am looking in the window

& it is both less & more
of a shit show
that i expected

but i see a peace & quiet there

i miss
when
i am
plugged in

A LOGICAL WAY

we

render

our 

animal experience

into cannibal tallow

to ease the grit 

in the bearings

of the carbolic wheel

in the mad hope of pearl

peace

& a logical way

A NECESSARY FORT

morning me
will thank 

last night me

for the chores

he did compel 

& it is not pitiful
to fool & manufacture
such miniature peace
in the face of chaos

& flaky meat puppetry

as clutter 

is often
anxiety now

when it used to be
a necessary fort

CEMETERY DRINKING 2

there is a special peace

it is a crowded emptiness

they are filed under rock

~

& no disrespect was meant
to the soil town ghosts 

( i like how theyre done with waiting )

but a bottle 

& a bench in there
was night out enough for me

& wet work done

dead soldiers waited 

in the flower bin

for the dawn & dew

THE LAST SCENE

after the awful party is over

they sit
in the flats 

living room dinge

reeling from it all

resigned to it all

amiably talking over
how theyd off each other

& getting some peace
out of that

OSMOSIS BUFFET VOL 3

i make a tenuous peace
its generous & poetical

theres dream faces on the pillow
as nightmares pound my heart

& a contact strip of birds

hangs outside the window

in 

dawns 

slo mo flash

~

i am not the child i used to be

i grew round him like a tree

autopsy will find 

my / his 

paddington ringer t

photo by Joe Dudeck on Unsplash

WEDNESDAY POPS - BLUES

1. TELEPHONE BLUES


i dont ring him

so he cant
not answer




2. SOFA BLUES


i cant find proof enough
that
we
are
not
all
mad

not behind the sofa
where water damage
flakes the paint
or 
under 
its blameless cushions

only pennies there

and peanuts




3. 3 O CLOCK BLUES


i nap acceptably well

for a whole

45 mins

&
wake
in the pms 3 o clock nadir

i simmer

waiting on night 
to deliver
its
own
black
conundrum

its coma
its peace
and

its certified hallucination

from quotesgram.com

FICTION POP 6 PEACE AND BAD TIMING

there is peace on earth
basically achieved thru music
( yes i know ! )

all the nations launch their nukes into space
obviously no one needs them anymore
even israel
( yes i know ! )

for five months the sky is like fireworks
all other weapons are melted down too
everyone builds ambulances with the iron
everyone builds windfarms with the steel

almost by osmosis everyone is sheltered and fed
everyone has water

nasa collects all the gunpowder
nasa collects all the grenades
nasa announces a bulletship to mars
nasa announces mars to be a waystation
to united peaceful and awesome exploration

due to cosmic coincidence
three alien races are approaching

one is the last of its kind
frieghting galactic knowledge
in a container tanker of answers

one is a young pioneer
best described as a multideminsional escapee
in a kind of pimped space hotrod

they are quickly destroyed
in our careless riot of peace
( yes i know ! )

the third alien is best described as a computer
it extrapolates its own destruction
it decides to err on the side of caution
and launches an eye for an eye reaction

tho ignorant of these spaceside events
we do all die happy and hopeful

hal 9000 from 2001 a space odyssey 

PRECIOUS PEACE

continual reevaluation
  over
 your
   cereal
  
  is 
feedback loops
   on
 the
  commute

and you arrive fried

~

   caveats 
    excuses
 justifications
     
      are    
   subconscious 
  revisionism
          
      its ALL
      inter-
      ference
      white
      noise

you cant see the kittens for the corpses

~

   eyes 
  down
   phone 
 time

hides and disturbs

 the
ignored
   semi-precious
 peace

   of

the empty-full n o w

from www.ahopefuldepressive.com

DIDEROT REDUX

only when the last monarch
is 

  Strangled

by
the
guts
of
the last priest

only when the last mogul
is 

  Drowned

in
the
blood
of
the last politician

can 
we 
be 
free 
from 

  Everyday Assassination

then we -
the prole soldiers
the prostitutes
the cash-cows
     &
the cleaners

  can 
    decay 
      like anything else
        but
          safely
          in 
          love
          and 
          peace

from www.mypokecard.com

LIKE A BATH TOWEL THAT WONT DRY

something happened

dont know what

maybe
a
dream
left
residue
in 
my 
ear 

or a wrong cog
has
found a place to turn ?

whatever

its a good-fit 
and
blots out 
    any
    lurking
    and
    disturbing
    absences

from www.argos.co.uk

HIGH ENERGY

you ! you got bright eyes
full
with
the
burnt electric of stars and suns

you !
you bounce like a child 
like its all NEW everyday
you 
got 
the 
energy of five of us ! - wild conversational tangents
from 
an
endless mouth
fill 
all 
the
cracks
in
time

you ! share your energy !

i
drown 
in 
ennui 
putting the kettle on
and
wiping
my 
arse
again and again - wallowing in a countdown
to
some
tiny
hit
of
peace

I CAN TELL

shop kid / floppy hair

large-font hoody 

has 

elaborate 

cuffs

wants

to

be

a boxer

but 

been carrying puppy fat too long / i can tell

sells 

me 

baccy and bread wed 1300

i

say MORNING 

he 

says nothing / moves awkward / i cant tell 

anywhere 

he'd 

be 

comfortable

look 

at 

the 

plastic cigarette clock / correct myself

i

say AFTERNOON

he counts change in fumbling blunt paws 

hes searching for words / i can tell

cos

he always does

and

he's never quick

he

says

HOWEVER YOU FEEL THATS WHAT THE TIME IS

and

tho

i 

dont agree at all 

i 

agree for his sake / for peace / for social niceties 

he knows his wisdom is weak

i can tell

from dyersauction.com