GARDENSONG

i was not sure
if it was either 

a magpies or jackdaws
but the black feather 

i found on sunday

& picked right up

& tucked neatly into 

my wide brimmed hat

because of any minute
reality / might / can / will

kick in the door
& pick me up

easy as mashed potatoes
or ham on rye

ABOUT A MORNING

 

for now
i parachute
back
into
the agreed reality

missing

the soft light

& tantric shadows

of the other

NARCISSISM FOR SURVIVAL

among other news

robots direct & patrol
the killing grounds hellscape

no wonder this generation
embraces the improved reality
of the photo filter drop down

their white picket fence
is in the handheld glass
that soft mirror
their minds can mould

& impossible bills
are piled up just so
& backlit as a backdrop
for another instagram shot
of a perfect lunch sandwich

MY CONTRACT WITH SNACKS

it 

is 

the avatar of great sandwiches

& my contract with snacks & salt

that carries me thru the morning

to brunch

to lunch

&

to
the
hiatus ground
of afternoons
necessary rest

the strange dreams there

doubting reality & all

TRYING ALWAYS TO BE PART 2

poetry 

is like mugshots 

forced clarity

after the crime

harsh reality buffed 

with a gritty old rag

but

trying always to be

only a heart & pen

MIGHT BE A WORD IN GERMAN

 

i gone again

gone all absent 

in the Right Now 

reality orgy

its a veil-up

shutters-down

kind of thing

& theres probably 

a german word for this

but i dont know it

its like i am 

remote viewing my future
from way back when

you know ?

OSMOSIS BUFFET VOL 4

  

  & 

the dreams interface

with nightmare residue

i wake / dont know who i am

reality is a bad hat

i escape

out the fish market exits

of the veil in-between

  &

the nightmares interlink

with dreams glue & sand

reality is a top hat / a crown

on

all 

heads

but mine 

photo by Chi Hung Wong on Unsplash

BREATH OF A HOUND / HIROSHIMA BREEZE

we could be
a n y o n e

in this 
slim crowd
midnight

this
cookie cutter
carb couture 

breath of a hound
quietly unsane

shadowland
ours
for the taking

&
i
am  tethered now
in
the
hiroshima breeze

by
universal experience
&
a
grateful
tungsten
band

sleeping like a watchman
in 
plastic zens
jazz rehearsal
dormer add-on

from en.wikipedia.org

REALITY IS THIN

TWO MONDAY POPS

1. REALITY SLIP

'A black cat went past us, then another just like it.'
'How much like it?  Was it the same cat?'
                    Neo and Trinity talk deja vu 


when you drop
some tiny thing

in the stretched moments
before you find it

you
question
if it was even there
in the first place

cos our reality and faith

is that thin



2. END TIME PLAN

'Asylums are full of people who
never built a bomb in their lives.'
                    Dr Farley Munroe


when i hit an existential low
and worry the Worst

mutually assured destruction

yeah those mad games

i
remind
myself
theres
a seed bank

locked away somewhere
in antarctica

and sane minds there
who keep it fresh and cool

and too
that the corner shop
isnt far

and
i
can
get
fags
there
and go chain smoke marlby reds
on the rec

and reacquaint myself with gin
and the ghosts of friends and life
from the streets
of my formation

holding
hands
with love
and
the good times

dr strangelove from britannica.com

MOANOLOGY 1

yes we got TONNES of free porn now.
on the pcs and phones.
portable porn.  

WHY do we need that ?  

and i seen it all.  
seen all the porn.  
all of it.  
but without really looking.  

i never inhaled the porn.

~

and more TV than we can watch.  
black boxes know our favourite shows.
like a realworld friend would. 

tv -
it really exploded didnt it ?  

KABOOM !  

all the shows a sensation.
another thing you HAVE to see.  
only it isnt.
theyre not.
and you dont.  

~

contrived voyeuristic dramas wearing a mirrored reality hat.  
like walking out at dusk.
looking in all the front windows before the curtains are pulled.  

yeah right - 
in David Lynch land.

~

some shows tho have balls.  
analgesic balls of newmyth and apocryphal truth.  
shows i'd like to live in.  
such sweet safe worlds.  
insulated from danger.  
lightning wands.  
cancelled shows that i'd save that last episode unwatched. 

just so there would be one more.

~

and where do we go to breath like the animals do ?  
the gym ?
our breath is a vehicle for the relentless moanology.  
we all got Firsts in that one.

maybe we all need dogs to walk US.

come mute animals - 
reteach us instinct on the raw soil ground.

from www.tasteofcinema.com

SEA CHANGES

  when 
  i 
notice a Sea Change
outside
my
dust and pulp

  i am pleased

but
then
i
worry too of the Vibrations 
i
never 
felt

  and
  wonder
how alternative
my
reality
is

from lionandthehunter.wordpress.com

A STACK OF GOOD BOOKS

a stack of good books
is
a
Living Tower !
is
the
children of minds 
folded
neatly
into
clear reports
from
a 
hot burst world

a stack of good books 
are
competent 
ticks 
on 
a
melting-pot 
check-list

hide in here they say
when 
the 
world
is
wanting 
hide FROM the world IN the world

what else delivers SO MUCH
and
even
with
a
broken
spine ?

from paperlanternlit.tumblr.com

UNSUBTLE DISTRACTIONS

sports news 
flat-screens 
in happy hour 
boozers 
build up 
and 
tear down 
their lame gods
and 
bottle shops 
sell scratch cards
from the
plastic trays 
of two quid 
dreams

soon youll 
live like 
an airbrushed sitcom 
or a reality drama

look out the
window
people

before the
sun 
goes 
down 
forever

from kcconfidential.com