THE ANYWAY FILES

i would be climbing the damn walls

in these helpdesk chatbot days

of recreational consumption

& blue-grey smiling vans

if i could climb anything at all

~

anyways these poems here 

are proof of life

& the sacred twofer

of discipline & attempt

~

& when all the children of the revolution

ask me what i did while it all fell apart

i can say

well kids 

i wrote it down

or kinda tried to

knee deep in gadgets

& plastic & pills

lou reed on the player

15 YEARS OF BLOGGING POEMS

i know 

my reports

are hit & miss

like the coat on coat off
         coat on coat off
         coat on coat off
         english weather roulette

but 

this 

is 

a self employed position 

& 

i make my own hours 

&

the targets are fluid 

& 

the quality control watchdog 

is stretched out thinking 

nothing & nonsense

across the daytime bed

MALL POPLING #1

cursive shoppers 

with children

like commas

ignorant of

the prose poems

on the burger king receipts

THE ROAD TO DAMASCUS IS PAVED WITH UNFINISHED POEMS

i am the unproud owner 

of 128 unfinished poems
i will get to them
i will

i will find their form 

flexing in the ferberite

& set them almost almost free

its just the dense sickness 

is so profound these days

i feel made of 

ninety nine percent 

heavy water

~

& the power is out 

& the toll booths shut
down on damascus avenue
& its weird / things are weird
in ways its hard to say
like today
take next doors gardener

with his jeans & his tools
i never seen a more normal normal man

~

i am the proud owner 

of 127 unfinished poems
i will get to them
i will

JUST SO MUCH PAPER

 

my 

cardboard folder of poems

was 

suddenly just so much paper

& i took my hand 

to the train station home

in the tunnel vision

of october dusk

the 

city laughing

in 

alfresco clots

EASY AS EASY PIE

late night wisdom
flings sundown ideas

underarm & gentle & legion 

& my poems spiral there

on the night air

into clever & relevant collections

organised by weather & emotion

& their estimated proximity 

to moving bodies of water

& the novels there 

feel only

bare finger taps away

all seemingly 

so simple 

as the easiest easy pie

xanax does that

its a cosy place to dream

holding hands

the night sounds coming in

easy 

as easy pie

YING YANG GOTTERDAMMERUNG, PLEASE DISCUSS

good poems
&
bad movies

are the ying & yang
gotterdammerung

of the west

like the sunflower

who looks its own way
& 

the machine made beef

please discuss

ask if you need more paper

hands up for the bogs

THRICE POPS

FEAR BETWEEN THE MODCONS

tv news dazzles

in the wrong way

& fear chills crawl around

up

in

my

vest

emporium

2073 AD

let me crash out unloaded

under

my

choice

of

famous landmark

moondust eulogy

on

the

concrete prairie

for all the trees

&

me




THE WRITTEN MIRROR

read

my own pomes . . .

existence confirmed again

for

a

few

minutes
more

from www.atta.travel

PICASA MADRIGALS, TWO FOOT TALL & HOTHOUSE FLOWERS

SOMETHING GOING IN SOMETHING COMING OUT

i
read
poetry
on the toilet

something going in
something coming out

it
makes
a
Great Sense to me

~

all those pages
i marked with
a small fold in the corner

well i picture
someone looking thru them
for
something
to
read
at
my
funeral

Primo's Monday
or maybe 
his Give Us
that
i read this morning
in
there

something going in
something going out

( no wait
  read his 
  Song Of Those Who Died In Vain )

and . . .
flush

~

and im wondering who that would be 
looking for something 
to read
for me ?

when i think

Screw You

im not going to die
theres too much Madness
i dont want to miss

these
pages
are
marked
for ME to read
at YOUR funeral

if i get up the guts
on your Big Day

~

or
i
will
read
them
at your graveside

i could do that
at least

or at your cardboard urn
when your ashes
swirl like starlings
into
the
great wherever

with 
hollywood 
golden leaves
all around
and
thin
mocking
english
rain
getting under
my collar

~

or maybe 
i will 
read them
at home 
for you

do i really need to go out ?

would my proximity
to your cadaver
really matter ?

maybe
itll
help you 
rest in peace

tho
i
dont
know
how anybody can

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FIVE OR TEN POPS

1.

this guy sat outside costa

smokes a roll up
fat as his thumb

stirs his coffee
for a full five minutes

stares hard into space

ignores totally
the woman sat with him

and i dont like to judge

but i bet
hes due in court



2a.

i wonder about dying 

and i wonder about not

and i wonder 
bout all the things
i will never know

i hope i wont die behind on my box sets
or
croak
halfway thru
a
balls-out novel
of
addiction and murder



2b.

and in 100yrs
will computers
be thinking liquid 

and hide from us
in the sea ?



3a.

i wake
and smell the day

it smells like shit
that chemical shit

farmers . . .

i start again

i see a robin
in the rosemary patch

i see a dragon fly
on the rose bush pole

and you see the problem is
i dont know what to do
with 
that



3b.

so i write it down

file it
for 
posterity
whatever that is

and i thank lordfuck in heaven
for
gardens

by sitting 
my fleshbag of gas in one
and
staring out my head



4.

and outside
deaths opinion

i wonder dont all weep
in the weakness
of every dawn



5a.

i can write poems

mechanically
apparently

and time was
they were an
olympic event

but please dont ask me 
to understand the gas bills

seemingly
random

list
of

give
and
take



5b.

utility bills
are like 
predictive text

i explain to the cat before breakfast



5c.

imagine if what we paid for a shirt
was
based
on
someones assumption
of
how
many
shirts
we would buy that year ?

i ask the cat after breakfast



5d.

my shirt might even be free !

and
well 

the cat
is snoring now

in wise response

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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

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MIRROR

POEM POP

SUPERTIRED !

strange how exhausted a man can be
with 
mind-fog a north wall of dense smudged graffiti 
and
still 

all at once

can
plan evenings of seaside-dinner and cafe-words 
he might miss 
and
still
can
suddenly plot crime novels bent on the work toilet
he may never write
and
still
can
work his heavy limbs for folding money
thru the murky muddy troughs of awful 10 AM
and
still
can
jot and scribble nascent poems quickly down
between
dark bitter coffees and spacious abyss moments 
that 
reduce All Things from rocky mass to mere paper concept
with
still
the 
big world-drama banging like jungle telegraph
out the radio headlines and dim-opinion gossip mouths
that
fill
full
every
long
slow
blink
of tiny interrupted peace

from delightmakers.com

THE GREY MOMENTS

all the 
half waking 
and slow dozing 
is
dense
with
poems reading and movies talking
i
hear
distant yells 
and 
see
white lightning 

and when i'm out of this in-between thing
i 
cant
hold on to their hands 
or 
their 
meaning

is it insight i seen
or
just
realities chipped sheen
of 
back alley 
busted bottles
and
meaningless fighting by dream stuffed bins ?

STREETS AS POEMS

the hot summer of '06
was
full with
warm beer
cheap scotch
a
funeral
and
grief

but
i saw the streets as poems
columns of
simple
true
words
everywhere
i
looked

urban75 blog, brighton west pier

THE DUMPS AND THE GLORY

anyway
i hope i'm not boring you?
with 
my 
under-tales scribbled with a clean pen and nano claw
i
am
only
filing
reports
of
one
day
relevance - a baby opus raid
to
empty
stressed lobes of their tickles
and
to
show and tell of the dumps and glory
before
the
timed
exit

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