TRYING ALWAYS TO BE PART 1

poetry

is coded selfies
layered on the lam
& dense from the doubt

topographical vaseline slathered
over the metaphorical lens

cataract filtered
with the soft mines
heavy metal dust

but

trying always to be

only a heart & pen

THE MOST POWERFUL THING

 

  if 

actions speak louder than words

  & 

the pen is mightier than the sword

  then

  hence

  forsooth

  &

  therefore -

 

  is 

an ink drawing 

  of 

me with words
  taking 

action with a sword

  the 

most powerful thing ? *

from forbes.com

*answers on a postcard to

 the house of blue blue blue

NIGHT SHIFT POP

i 
was
a
white night shadow 
burning stubby blunts 
under the weak starshine

writing pops with a work pen
in a borrowed well stolen pad

waiting for the milk train
almost running just for me 

~

empty seats
trainers up
bag-warm beer

early mist 
a fantasy-scape
over
fishing lake mirrors
&
the
green green green
estuary
jungle

~

my reflection
is like
by an
impressionist
&
i brace for it
brace for dawns 
brotherhood to fade

hoping sleep will take me
before
noon
in the crashbang of day

from greenhutgalleries.me

DEATH POP

EARLY DARK

not afraid exactly
but wary
of this early darkness
and
its 
blinkered boldness 
its
cocktail fog of memories
so
i
go
out
into
its half-world / its solid reduction
pen clamped in my teeth
and
walk
there
in its sameness
alone

 darkness by mikkolagerstedt from deviantart.com

CAT LEARNING

going out 
to
the
garden
to
relax
in nature - watch the bushes not move
and
the
silent
animals
crawl past ignoring me

that sort of thing

i take a book
a couple of cds and a player - headphones
sunglasses
chilled filtered water
coffee pot
and a small enamel cup
my hardback artist sketch book
i use for poems
a cheap pen i bought in Sainsburys
a hat in case of sun
and a thick check shirt in case of chill
and
my
tobacco

i stretch out on the recliner
the cat pads past
and
sits
on
the warm cracked concrete
and
gazes down the garden 
his
front paws crossed

i look at him - hes got NOTHING
and
he
sits
so
CALM

i look at all i bought out
just
to
sit
and
relax - silly human !  i kick my shoes off
and
ignore
it
all - go sit next to the cat and gaze down the garden
with
NOTHING

i wear the sunglasses - i reckon
theyre
the
only
thing
the cat
would
use of mine if he could