RUNNING ON FUMES

  when your mind 

       is

   terrifyingly

  e  m  p  t  y




. . . natch . . .


~

zip & vim gone
or never to wake

running on fumes

running on the residue 

           

           in 

           the 

           lobotomy pipe

PLASTIC ZEN & SCHRODINGERS PACKAGE

postman delivers a package
a package is such joy

it could be ANYTHING 
ANYTHING in the world

~

    open it . . .

 
& mystery is exiled 

with the excessive packaging
& the joy recedes 
in a brown paper tide

my residue smiles
in amusing self-knowledge

&

nebulous plastic zen

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RERUNS & WRITTEN RESIDUE

always 
i am
explaining
myself

fictitiously
like practice

to gone friends from out the past
&
to next months never / maybe meets


~


if only my mind could RACE
id be done by now

but 
its 
some kind of swamp in there
some kind of slo-mo mordor

all spiked retinoids
&
between-station underwater tv 


~


i must clarify again
those corner hook-ups
the cracked cement & moss banks

&
i
got
to
dwell on

the shouted almost chat
from the dub weekenders

i am rerun central
meat tube hdd only


~


i feel 
it is ALL 
still happening to me

linear time
is 
only outside
my
untanned leather


~


so 
i
go read new poetry

go on the old toilet

trying
to dump
the ALL out

& fill up the space
with 
someone elses 
written residue

for a change
& to breath

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OLD MERCURY

apex flab
twitter jag
churns up old mercury 
in 
the
reason residue
of serbian cafes
troubled gut 
worry horse
caffeine mills

truth takes cover
behind sanitys  
cloakroom 
foyer 
alcove 
pedestal
outpost

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AN INDOOR SAGA

DIRTY STOPOUT 1

it

was

in

a

blur

of 

exhaustion worry and hasty food

that

i

slid

helpless wilful and unaided

into

the

twilight of exclusion

DIRTY STOPOUT 2

when the phone rang

it was a warning siren

cos

the

whole world wanted in

down the curly wire

i would break out

in a cold sweat

on my bed island

unable to decide anything

at

all

DIRTY STOPOUT 3

it

was

in

a

fools gamble

to

keep time available and mine

that i shut the door fast

after

work

and

mechanically inebriated

my

residue

way

over

the

plimsoll line

DIRTY STOPOUT 4

sunday was a buffer

a condemned ritual

of

baths

and

nothing

and

wine

the emptiest of fields

that my mistakes needed

to

breath

DIRTY STOPOUT 5

and today

well today

i wait for the postman

like

a

child

at

xmas

with only natures hangover

and

the gasman

is coming later

between noon and five

the gasman

is

coming

to

visit

me 

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CODEINE

CODEINE 1.

my pains gone 
but 
theres residue left in me
and
my
life

is

dialled down - i am a sick-note back-stop
when 
i
take a low ride
on
the slow slide
of
warm
codeine 


CODEINE 2.

tactile but numb / alert but behind 
i
am
stretched out on knotted sheets
where
emergency put me
and
not thinking nothing / nothing at all
except
to
slowly wonder why that is - and not minding no answer 
and
getting older / it happens
happens 
right 
now
while time passes
and
as it passes 
it 
reaches out to touch my shoulder
in
a 
peaceful reassurance
that
feels
right - not patronising
today


CODEINE 3.

soft brain bath i decide
i am having a soft brain bath / maybe waiting on the postman

hey mr postman
bring me something new . . .

and outside the sun-blur window
the
world
is
an intense jigsaw
built
of
infinite shapes


CODEINE 4.

and
the
low ride / slow slide
is
me 
staring deep
into
the 
twisting cave-like depths
of
the
lapcats ear

and 
that scream i hear
of 
a 
distant star fighters engine
is
only
english wind
in
the
chimney

and
the roar and the white noise pounding
is
only
my own blood living
and
sat
on
cushions
in
the
margins

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