FINDINGS FILED IN THE STEAM OF A STATE 4 COFFEE CUP

like a kind of existential detective
i keep my hands
in my pockets
to not disturb
the evidence
of the world

only sometimes prodding
interesting detritus
with a click-click biro
to better further observe

FRAG 23

 

a book for my teeth

story time . . .

or a movie on the screen
for me to dream on

waiting on the flow

hunting the flow

to empty times 

jagged pockets

& deliver a thoughtpop

to scribble & know

POP SALAD VOL1

certainty

what does that feel like ?

is it
a crown of ice water
on a heat wave noon
at you beck & confident call ?

or

never ever needing 

to check your pockets

every 20ft ?


~

its a childhoods greatest hits

polished clean
& neatly packed
in your cv rucksack

a lifelong soft glow backing

photo Sunshine on Easy Street courtesy of the Dagenham Archive

NIGHT WORK MINIPOPS

i shop at night

i shop on the go 

everything slipping from hangers

its a jumble jag

~

tracky bottoms 

forest green
piping like icing

canned cocktails ( m&s ) 

sarnies weigh a kilo

~

pockets sucked 

but

balls were free

in the double dawn
night shift ennui

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HIGH STREET POP - CEMENT SERENGETI

high riding arses

on the concrete prairie

thick inked brows
on the block-pave plain

no coats
no coats
no pockets
no joke

hunting out 
a happy hour high

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THIN METAPHOR

the 7 AM sun
built a crow cage
of
shadow

over the books
and kodachrome

from
the
dusty slats
of blinds

not all metaphors
must startle

~

looking in my pockets
for contraband to tell me

Which Side

of the
light bars

i
am
held