FOR MY PEOPLE

read an article in a broadsheet
about the increase of poetry sales
off the back of the odyssey

& the rise of . . . instapoets !?

& briefly piqued i read on 

but i recognised no names there

from right here

& on behalf of my people
i got in a right mood
& i stopped flushing the toilet

until medical intervention
& semantic investigation
arrived me home

LEAVES OF SPAM

wet meat plants

that grow in the dark

with the moon shining

on our leaves of spam

well what with 

the sun & the people

being the way they are & all

we count our lucky stars

when the clouds blown gossamer thin

~

& no one knows

what happens
every 

half-arsed 

cranberry night

when all our eyes are shut like clams

but it never stops 

the mornings embrasure gaping

BABY JOHANSEN ASKS

papa ?

yes son ?

this labour party, 

theyre people too, 

right papa ?

yes son 

then why are they doing 

such unpeople things ?

. . . well son . . .

SOULS ON WAX

recordings & headphones
take the afternoon away

gone musicians knew this

it why they put

their souls on wax

to ground me 

to lift me

with this the common miracle

with this the peoples magic

BREED AND WEEP, A PILL PACK POP

OTHER DRUMS (SLIGHT RETURN REDUX)

they lean forward

in that way they have

and you have to lean in too

to hear their words

and they always look away

in that way they have

those people who you know

arent really here

from youtube.com

MO' WORLD POPS

DYSTOPIA

dystopia oh dystopia

spank
me
in
the
town
square

for my disbelief
and
download
deficit


SOME OUTSIDE

my
morning
mercy
mission
in
the
murky mist

is a few steps
for
that fresh air 
on
real soil thats our home
in
space



ARSE ABOUT TIT

they paved our garden

cut it with
malls and motorways

now they plan
to
plant  nuture  grow

new gardens

on
dead
space
rocks



ARSE ABOUT TIT AGAIN

white coats in money labs
race
to
create
a
new 
people

more machines 

without fucking

 ( why ?  when we are legion
   and
   paddleless
   in
   shit creek )

from decadesofhorror.com

THOSE TORIES

- papa ?

- yes
  son ?

- those tories
  
  they
  are
  people
  
  arent they ?

- im 
  afraid 
  they 
  are 
  son

- then why do they say such unpeople things ?

from theconsultingdetectivesblog.com

THE PEOPLE I WORK WITH

she 
points
at
the 
dry riser

OH GOD I LOVE THESE !

she 
opens 
the 
cabinet
and
points
at 
the
landing valve

MAN, THATS WELL SICK !

then
she
dances
into
the lift

the people i work with

falconfireproducts.com

BABY INSIGHT

the
world damaged and self tortured souls
who fell
and
who almost folded
and
who voyaged in the murk of the hungry abyss and the storm gutter
and
are standing now
wiser and hotter and benevolent and epic tolerant
and
glow privately 
with 
the light of black knowledge gone

find one
and 
let them hold you
in a 
giving understanding clean clear embrace
so
as
you dont fall off the world
anymore