END TIMES ANTICIPATION 1

the lawn mowers music
& 

the highway choir hum

the dog walkers diatribe
& 

van doors snare drum slam

i believe 

i will crave
this street order ear balm

in the coming 

rubble struggle

of hunger & heat

so i express that
here

THAT HARBINGE SLEEP (A BRACKET GAGAKU)

the oatmilk of human kindness
has gone up 30 pence

& at night
oh yes 

there i am 

( undistracted & translucent

  in the phone screen afterglow )

worrying

( the rubble children 

  & the orbiting star net cage )

& hallucinating

( my too-vivid self 

  limping out on the wild beaches )

& waiting 

( hunched then stretched

  hunched then stretched )

for the coded 

lightning flashes
that harbinge 'sleep'

TWO DOMESTIC MOMENTS

theres wood
laid over the rubble

& sky 
over that


~


& the bath i run
smells like
the baths we ran

in
hotel
bathrooms

years ago

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FUCKTOWNS !

black alert 
portacabin 
hospitals 

process
fallout
from

poundland 
fucktowns 
of 
arson lowrises
and 
alley attacks
and
barcadi girl fights  
built on

bargain rubble
of

loved and left 
allotment gardens 
and 
post war 
retirement bungalows

of
crawling trellis

and

cobweb benches

and 

singing wind-chimes 
the 
grandkids made
from
school
string
and
lunch meat
tin

and
even
the
macdonalds and kfc's leave

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