VOILA !

electric paper
inside glass
waits asking

i could piss anything
into this pixel snow

whatll it be today kids ?

such broad choice is crippling me

~

the meat clock
& the southerly wind
divinate forth the monday form
& i chisel it out of the light

& to the genuflecting circumstance
i say

hey you - voila !

THE STASIS IDES

its all vicarious

judgement like cinder blocks

compassion blue-rizla thin

fighting pits streaming seats

thats where we are

~


i cling to the middle of the month

when nothing moves 

inside the bank apps 

low-ball pixel glimmer

like theres hope in stasis . . .

thats where we are

photo - Finger in B&W from the Dagenham Archive

SKETCH POPLINGS

the 
consuming masses
pound plastic

into mausoleum


~


'she never had a problem
that wasnt in fashion'

wrote richard stark in 1962

seeing
the
latent
instagram in us


~


shes holding up 
the lyric sheet 
for the busker 
in the retail park 

sun makes it
a blinding white
corrupted pixel

disinterested
currys 
covid
fever 
queue


~


when i touch his box of ashes
my hand & my arm tingle

his spirit
&
the reach of the cat king

or imagination
&
bad circulation

you know which


~


brave new world 
grey new world 

i find a lucky stone

& 
after my bad dreams
have dissembled me
i 
wake
with 
my
gps 
gone hideously offline

from digitaledition.orlandosentinel.com

COVIDEO SNAPSHOT THOUGHT POPS IN A GREY NEW WORLD 3

in a grey new world
thats mad green & hot blue

with just one
white tiger stripe 
plane scratched 
in the block powder sky

i fill pixel baskets
four thousand pounds full

dreaming urgently
dreaming unclear
dreaming escapes


~


&
in 
the choice desert 
of difficult birth

the 
scared brave new old worlds
sane infos gone

maybe where the
loo roll went