KITCHEN POP, A PILL PACK POP

 

IN MY COLLAPSED BULK

 

i talk 
& gone relatives echo
in my tone & word choice
in my habit & repetition

i sit
in the tired armchair
& gone relatives reverb & sync
into my collapsed bulk

& the small scissors 

worrying at the hangnails
& the torn burs 

of my anxious 

devil fingers

well someone else used to do that too

THREE HAIKU & THREE BIRDS 2

DONT 

FORGET


scissors are two knives

see where they run

                  rust in the rivet

     

       pizza on the steel

PRACTICAL 

TRAGIC

cant shake the doom dreams

sleeping cat 

            stinks 

            up
            the sleeping pillow

       f e b r e z e 






CATASTROPHIC 

THINKING

worse case scenario

      is

      destination 

      number one

   sofa  plum  fruit

photo Gull Triumvirate from the Dagenham Archive 

GOTTA LAUGH

you gotta laugh

you gotta try to laugh
when
you
feel
the awful fingers
of
mad bad truth

climbing their bitten nails
inside your exhaust port

not rock
not paper
not scissors

beats a real laugh

~

look at our heinous fuckpile 

as if from space
as if from history

and
you
will
find
which teachers
only repeat the sea

and which
surf the moons tide 
as home

jj moon

CHELSEA MORNING 1

fatima says sorry a lot
tugging tape off the gold electrodes
and
cutting the wires from my head
with
blunt
yellow
scissors

she says

can i ask a stupid question ? why are you voluntarily bald ?

its low maintenance - i answer - and it helps me to think

i like that answer - youre free to go

and 
i 
walk
out
the old fire station
into
a sunny chelsea morning
looking 
for 
a
real breakfast
and
proper coffee

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