MY THERAPIST DISAGREES

if ignorance is bliss
then my assumption
that
the
gormless grinning masses
know nothing
of their land & plight
is correct

my therapist disagrees
but i seen him
in his quarter-zip m&s knitwear

out there

with the al fresco tossers
smiling at their frappuccinos
in the streetside city exhaust

just another 

poundshop dalai lama

throwing code words

at the encroaching dark

  

FORTY SEVEN

i shall not divulge my age

suffice to say 

i badly hurt my thumb while reading

i shall not divulge my age

suffice to say 

playing with a pound shop bubble wand 

on the weekday lawn 

gave me sufficient pause

i shall not divulge my age

suffice to say 

i become worryingly bothered 

with the realisation 

that i no longer own a ball of any kind

i miss the feel 

of a tennis balls weft 

that had previously 

been natural as summer sadness

i shall not divulge my age

its enough to say i sleep on it
& know that another day older 

& before dawn
i shall shop online 

for a tube of that 

nostalgic globular comfort

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BABY WITH THE BATH WATER

theres pomes
live in files

that
wont
work

no matter how much 
i take them out
to 
another moonless dance
and
butcher their dahlia blackness
with
pound shop knives
on
the
dogging tarmacadam

and
its
the
offal i keep
to
read in the dirt
like
tea leaves

and no it says
youre not done yet

and i worry i been doing it all wrong
and all the meat is all ruined now

and i accidentally wrote roadkill

didnt i ?

and
spread it all out
unreadable 
on
machine
crushed 
gravel

where forests once sang

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LONDONS ESTUARY BIN / ALL HAIL TRAFFIC

 
britain 
ever 
unruined ?

dodging potholes my whole life

long shadows on village green
soon build 
clusterfuck 
miniature flats 
there 

no cupboards
ground level balconies
four inches from bus queue

good access to unkillable bookies
see three from this library bench
one eye shut
half library shut

could be landfill
that village green 
or plague pit

a dick turpin gallows
rotted in rain

( the peasants revolted here
  you should see them now )

or proposed site 
of more sth east
thames crossing 
cement matrix

all hail traffic
driven driverless

jesus

they paved paradise
and put up a robot motorway

ha

they paved industry
and put up another pound shop

ha

hmm

shit

hello lake district
may we live in denial
on your misty shores ?

please

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GOD SAID WHAT ?

stretching out 
in the hot pm

fan on my feet

i dream

and a god comes to see me

yeah right then listen
he says
i exist alright
lets get that out there
but only once you see ?
thats what everyone gets so wrong

and
i
wake
in
a
weird fug
of
dark isolation

i put this down to possible fumes
from
the
cheap-as-arse pound shop sleeping mask
strapped
over
my
glazzies

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