ACCELERATED ELECTRIC HEAD

within minutes
no seconds
of waking

i have diagnosed myself 

with 7 rare disorders
& held the floor at 3 wakes

fought a policeman
& stopped a war

killed a murderer

& snubbed a king

all in my accelerated electric head

& it dies down some with coffee

~

like things on a microscope slide

oily shimmering rainbows
strobe in my pov margins

& a chad of light is displaced

by a black hole punched 

into the centre pane

& everything & anything
i do / manage / achieve

this morning

this afternoon

all week

is herculean heroism
in my viddy newsflash

NOT ENOUGH DAY IN THE HOURS

 

   

  migraine 

like possession

brain a madmans mnemonic salad 

      raining now

   on the greenland cap

      & even in its last hours

       precious yesterday

    is near sacred for me

~

    stretched out

   in rainbow halos

angry lion handpainted

  on copper-green brick divider

not enough day in the hours

      for this shit

  tv hills are six weeks old

 seeds & trees 

    mysterious to me

 

ABDICATION GLUE RAIN

CURRICULUM VITAE

im there

in the shadow

abdication
on the to-do list

king
of
my machine




CHILDHOOD GARAGE FORECOURT

struggle pup
lapping at the
rainbow puddles

out there trying
in
the
oil
slick
rain




FORENSIC ANALYSIS

one
day
long ago

i think

an excessive steamy bath

undid
all
my glue

from istockphoto.com

OFFCUT POPS 2

with an
ambulance rug
the cop shields
THEM
from mutant swarms 
and flashbulbs

shields US
from
guilty eyes
faithless mistake

whats NOT in there
left for court sketchers
to pastel over

big house
solution
so often isnt

~

the rivers
WERE
the same and
always different

now-
crested
with
miniature
plastic

murky and agony

heave like oiled beach muscles
in
a
flash flood anniversary
petrol station bouquet

mercury trout
imbibed a
fukushima gene
that
put
the
rainbow out

from gennadysworld.blogspot.uk

WAITING ON ANOTHER ELVIS DAWN

that cut grass smell
is
a
sip from yesterdays rainbow

and
next door
they
all
gone
out

taking their racket elsewhere

and all our doors and windows
are
open

and the peace is palpable

an elephant on the lawn

~

time was
summer nights
falling sun
felt like magic

or magics shadow

it was like watching a cats tail
sliding away
thru the door

and it left the hint of a spell
on the warm cement
to
drink
to

and
id
drink
to 
it

spilling my brain all over the black

waiting  
on
another
crystal dawn

that wasnt so much magic
as a reward

or red cross relief

and
there
was
elvis
on the radio

singing like he did
like he still does

elvis in 1973 from picmonkey.com

I THREW OUT MY JOGGING SHOES TODAY AND OTHER POPS

we inhabit a strange world
and why not why not
why not have all the shop fronts say chicken
and all the others be bookies
with the bank out of town
even kfc ran away

~

i throw out my jogging shoes today
i will not wear them again

their soles rubbed loose by the cement rush
became dried and cracked with rest

~ 

i watch a war film  
it enables some compassion
and
i wonder if we are all gods
lost in accident 

i watch a sci fi thriller
and 
i grasp a tattered fringe 

 of 
 Understanding

under turning rainbows
from the crystal
hung in the window

~

now my shit
well it doesnt stink of shit today
it smells of death fuel
a forever compost
of pills and roses

~

we inhabit a strange world
we are space waste doing time in a skin bag
washing
always washing
in all the wonderful water

and

under turning rainbows 
from the crystal
hung in the window

why not

HIGH ENERGY

you ! you got bright eyes
full
with
the
burnt electric of stars and suns

you !
you bounce like a child 
like its all NEW everyday
you 
got 
the 
energy of five of us ! - wild conversational tangents
from 
an
endless mouth
fill 
all 
the
cracks
in
time

you ! share your energy !

i
drown 
in 
ennui 
putting the kettle on
and
wiping
my 
arse
again and again - wallowing in a countdown
to
some
tiny
hit
of
peace

PEOPLE

are like rain

or

rats

which ?

people are wet 

and

falling

refreshing too

also

hairy

fat

rutting

and

germy bad-rep parasites

and

eat

rubbish

but

make rainbows too

dilemma !

scientistatwork.blogs

HALLUCINATORY OVER CROSS

the damp fog and thick dirty tide 
of 
daylights waking dream
and
the slow dry chalkboard scream 
of 
helpless night-watches
are
experienced with twisted spirit/dim-thrill resignation 
that
turns medical curse into dull adventure
struggling on and on over toy obstacles
for the soft treasure
under
the
machines rainbow

its
a 
fabricated masquerade of limbic automation 
and 
coffee

punctuated

by
visions of maiming and murder/burning and abuse
real as french existential thrillers

and

the care glow of citrus hands