DESPERATE GEORGE

george is desperate
nuclear bomb new york desperate

he was in turkey five minutes ago
& asked about coffee he says

'i popped some stay-awakes on the plane'

hes wearing khakis with dress shoes -
the russian enjoyed pointing that out


~


george is desperate
hotel room egg squishing desperate

'still warm' he says

& in a desperate radio order
to NEST & FBI & NYPD & nicole

he says 

'stop anyone north of 55th with a backpack'

oh desperate desperate george

AIR TRAVEL OFF-CUT POPS

on a plane
it reminds me of being on a plane

& nothing else

~

i am between time
citizen of the sky
temporal & dulled

right documents / exported soul

~

with the white noise

& 

the death of expectation

well i become 

a cipher greeting dusk 

meat pondering the dawn

~

no movie any good
pills essential
nicotine in any other forms . . .

& sometimes snuff had to do

that went down well with the stewards

TWO MORE POPLINGS

1. MONEY

i know what you DID

i whisper angrily
at the money
i drew out
the hole in the wall

i know EVERYTHING
and one day soon
we WILL be coming for you . . .

i was seeing red mist
i was puffed up with rage
i was absurd

but
the
two small plastic notes
showed
no
visible
reaction

and it was a small triumph enough
to
spend
them
on
books
by 

heller & wyndham & victoria e bynum

in
the
steam cleaned
twilight zone
of
a
charity
shop 

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2. BOMBS OUT THE STABLE DOOR

you built me

the bomb said

with your

cutting edge science

you KNOW what 

im gonna do next

so put me on a plane already

and

quit

your

whining

you didnt make custard pies

did you ?

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PLANE LOOKS LIKE A BLURRY NEGATIVE

a plane
up there
glides thru
misty cloud
up there
like its 
a huge cross
in a 
huge box 
on a 
huge form
sliding by 
like advertising
up there
like a 
hardsell 
suggestion

the plane 
is creeping 
me out
up there
like its 
a ghost
up there
a ghost
from long ago
and i have 
stood still
down here
and we are 
already done

there is a 
uniform layer 
of dust 
and fluff 
and lint
all over 
all my 
clothes
like i have 
stood still
down here
since long
long ago

i feel 
hollowed
down here
battery 
struggling 
leaking
and rust 
is dripping

from
down
there

down
there

where the 
toilet goes

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POPTARDS / POPTARTS / JR WORD SLAGAMUFFINS ( NOTEBOOK CLEAR OUT )

1. NOT MY TURN TODAY

  like 
  me
the bath is 100% water
with
a
tower of bubble-head foam 
            empty
            and
            beautiful            
            whirling in a swirl-circle 
            the way the milky way does
and
the cat is calm 
           cool
           curious
watching with wide eyes
  and 
  the
jazz dances by itself
  out
  in
  the
  kitchen

and
today Everyone Else
can
fret stress worry
about
Our World Earth 
            
            its plastic 
                8th 
                continent
            its bombs-runners
                on the
                french 
                wire
              and 
            the 
  looming doom of weather

instead
of
me


2. POMETRY TALKING

i write a pome again

write
what
i
call
a
poem 

and it tells me
that
i
am
doing 
ok


3.  LOOK HARD FOR THE SILVER LINE

the first casualty of sickness
is
cash

others follow

but none better be your S.O.H.

cos really
nothing is funnier -

illness
is
a faulty meat pie


4. DAGENHAM RELIGION

headphones on -
a Pixies rallying call
and
the sky is HUGE again
        is more than god 
        is brushed with 
                   softest 
                   white
                   over
              baby blue

my hand rests on an opened book

out here 
        is a window
                   to behind Things
           
             invisible
             wind
             breaths
             on
             my
             naked
             feet

and i dont dance or even get up
but
soon
i
might walk slowly about the lawn
    
    with my 
    
            arms 
            out

            like a plane 

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DINNER AND NIGHT (TWO)

1.  I HEAR THINGS

i hear a plane
drone-groan dangerous above the grey Thames river
  wheres
  he
  going then ?
  will science let his rubber wheels land ?

i hear crows calling monotone
across empty fallow fields of churned war mud
  what
  DO
  they
  want ? 
  better rates for graveyard scenes ?

i hear a pigeon
breathing black bacteria and rustling greasy feathers
up
among
the rotten apples and flies
in
the
tree
above me
  i bet 
  he's fat 
  and lazy - a sky rat full of drive-thru fries

i hear big trucks muted reversing beeps

(imagine drivers dull hungover eyes 
squinting into a cracked rear-view)

and
a
slow 
siren
dying like a battery

  or
  maybe its the wind 

maybe
  its ALL the wind

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2. I SEE NONE OF IT

i stretch out on the garden lounger
listening 
to
the
stuff
make
its 
noises

  Out There 
  
    in 
      the 
        world

i see none of it / i pick at my caked teeth
scratch
the
cuts
on 
my 
head
scrape matter from my ear lobes
and
sneeze phlegm on my boot tops

i look up / see the pigeon

  fat and lazy 
  like 
  i 
  thought

waiting for dinner and night

like
me 

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