POP SALAD VOL2

i lose myself
in the stories
in the glass

they power up my downtrain

my rust might even shine


~

escape - what a word
its smooth
but with a sharp end

its punctuation & finality

no, wait - 

its achievement & permission

photo Sky Over The Bungalow Line courtest of the Dagenham Archive

FUTURE POPS

1.

 we are  


   lunatics


2. 

    the power is on

   but  

      the lights
     only come  
      out the  
      slave tv 

 where the  sleep police
   camo bait homeless
    and the growing  
   migrant bottleneck

3.

   we search  
 for tomorrow
        in the plastic 
     of the 
  kitchen bin

   and all the 
   choir boys
    are all in
          hiding
 with  the 
  redundant
  librarians
    behind  
  paperback walls


4.

      in a
  midnight office
     a gp 
  attacks her pc
   with a glass stiletto heel

         and
  
  12 yr olds fight wars
    on adapted  ps4s
  in the 
     9to5
 job center 
         bull pen


5. 

     the truth
   is on the black market
  for
     one hundred million pounds

  but  we  are  lunatics
        whod
     rather
      steal
  shoes

from deaconchronicle.com

SLEEP WALKING INTO A PAPER BACK DYSTOPIA

someone
somehow
give me POWER
to wield
from the
slacks of suburbia

dont try
feed me 
fried IGNORANCE
for lunch
in the
drive-thru happy-hour  

and dont
lube up
&
slip in RELIGIONS
tired
airport
fiction
thats parole forever

cos shit
&
damn it
we done
sleep walked NUMBED
into 
a cheap
paper-back dystopia
happy
with new
promises
of more
Star Wars extravaganzas

from downwithtyranny.blogspot.com - Idiocracy

OLD POTATO

theres
an
old
old
potato
at the back of the veg drawer

soft 
wrinkled like a bath finger
and
weakly sprouting small nothings

  hello old potato 

i say 
sick in the thick morning leftovers
of
a
night still congealing
  
  you
  remind
  me of me 
  these days i couldnt power
  a
  lightbulb
  anymore
  than
  you

from tippyandfriends.com