DELIRIUM TAPAS VOL 12

 

so writing then-

pick your biscuits

out the selection box

make a dark world lighter
&
play in your foolish light

or . . .

well -

i leave the decisions to the decisive

& complain later

im about underthinking

& keeping it short

~

&
i file my reports in scribbled notes 

typed up here

when i can decipher their spider code

divine from them

theyre 

s c a t t e r e d 

like chicken bones

philosophy watches 

left there in the beach sand

& the waking belches of morning dew

photo - 43 of 11 from the Dagenham Archive

BEAT THEM UP GUTLESS

i 
scribble all these words
on
the backs of scrips
and
coffee shop receipts 
and
theyre not poems
but 
i want them to be

so
i beat them and i bully them
i bash them and i shove them around
and
i
get 
something soul-less
something mechanical
something like a to-do list
for
anxious robots 
on 
a 
philosophy jag

im blaming the scribble words
when
its 
me 
whos gutless in the sandpit
playing god with my own turds

i start again
with
the force of heart and faith in the hub
and
i wash my mind in coffee
and
freezing iced water
and
instead of lunch
i
stand naked outside
on 
natures green patio
waiting
for 
heavy industrial rain

from iainhall.wordpress.com

I AM THE CAPTAIN

i feel a flow now

the
flow
of
myth

the flow often spoken about
in college canteens and late night
high
philosophy
jags

everyone bright eyed with possibility
while
i
looked at the carpet and the floor 
not feeling the waters direction at all
wilfully
stagnant
in my own black pool

now i step aboard the small boat
and
call to the captain
but theres no captain there - i am the captain !

i
sit
back
all calm and quiet eyed
and
let the rudder eddy its overdue path 
down
stream