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
well all my past days they climb out of storage all the time and riot across a quiet mornings armchair and book well its like one of those scenes in a movie where an alien or a robot is catching up on our history epileptic images on a tv or a pc bombs riots gandi lennon and inevitably they are confused and very sad its all too much isnt it ? too much has happened to us all
i scribble all these words on the backs of scrips and coffee shop receipts and theyre not poems but i want them to be so i beat them and i bully them i bash them and i shove them around and i get something soul-less something mechanical something like a to-do list for anxious robots on a philosophy jag im blaming the scribble words when its me whos gutless in the sandpit playing god with my own turds
i start again with the force of heart and faith in the hub and i wash my mind in coffee and freezing iced water and instead of lunch i stand naked outside on natures green patio waiting for heavy industrial rain