TIMES BACK THEN

there on the cricket crease 

where we pooled our pennies

for the bottleshop & chippy
inside a long summer afternoon

& the warm dusk elation

& the nights secrets ours

smoking on the hill bench

smoking on the hill bench

the bell for last orders 

far & off & away

TRIUMPH GAS TANK

the universe reaches

from inside of you
to wherever forever

& i would kick myself

if my time tickered out

before its secrets were out

& it built a bonfire of paradigms

& steve mcqueen returned to light it

like he returned

with free razors & bulk soap

to

his

old

kids home

one red shirt collar tip

pocking out

a mustard sweaters crew neck

beat up triumph gas tank 

between his denim legs

hollywood in his hip pocket

2018 OFFCUT POPS 3

NO CHOICES

hes gone

where they all go

when they go

see you there

why not
    why not 
        why not ?



SMELLS ME DIESEL

the
cat
manages to make
a
noise just like
hydraulic brakes

& my memory
smells me diesel
in overseas snow

till he farts
like an arsehole

blocked drain now
after heavy rain

& pa gets out
the dyno rods again



ENGLISH CAFE BLUES

in
the
cafe

queues
just
me

its english theyre speaking
but its not english i hear

he NEEDS coffee
they say
they laugh

i am a thousand miles away

my mind made
of cushions

& unable to explain

~

i sit-

well its a controlled collapse

& the view is exactly arse height 

&
i
wonder
what
regular secrets
all those under-grundies
have
seen

its a grundy parade
by the calendar stand

& i write it down

now this english im writing
is english i understand

a grundy parade
& mr calendar man

it makes sense on paper
if anywhere can

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POINTLESS SECRETS

blank events survive
on
my
flat calendar
but
the Vibes
the Meanings
the Feelings
are
bleached to nothings by oceans of gin
and
the
what-the-fuck mornings
of
shark-eyes bunny-scared on the bus
and
staring inside
hiding behind
mean humour
in
the warehouses of youth and wages

well-fed fear
drove reckless
in
the
front seat

and
i 
kept 
pointless secrets - secrets make Hell

and
they
ate at my strangled guts from below

while i waited 
hoping for age
to
loosen
everything

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THE PAST

i
carry
the
past
with 
me
in my pocket all the time
like
a
beautiful
dead
bird
with
eyes holding secrets 
that 
i'm
scared 
to 
touch
in
case
i catch something

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