NASCENT POLYURETHANE ZEN

granny would say

you got your health
& at youre working

in a positive way

with a dreamy smile

like it was well enough
& i would think

low bar gran low bar

but now i got neither
& tho time works hard

to make those days
shine all sepia golden & carefree

i still remember 

their cold dark edge
of black mirth 

in the night woods

& theres real gold nuggets
in the old river of new today
if you pan slo-mo

with the gentle myopia

of nascent polyurethane zen

DELIRIUM TAPAS VOL 9

red book
black cat

stars on 45

i am under the sky - duh

reduxed

&
blackmailing
the
sunlit uplands
of
soul


~


the page is dry
is old

its turning sound
heard a hundred fold

pdsa paperbacks for one hundred pence

i enjoy its sepia
that reptile texture

its smell & telling told

photo - Six Fuzztown Stoplights from the Dagenham Archive

REDUNDANT MATHS

& yesterday

yesterday
my life 
was one day 
longer

sepia sunday
cage fights
hd monday

in
my
grass roots
denial
genes

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STREETSIDE GUMBO

    i am
streetside 

strolling under the skys boots

i see a hedge
i think thats green
see cement
think that used to be a hedge

and who are these people
out
in the naked day ?
i think shouldnt they be working 
and the streets my vacant river ?

theres old men in beige sepia
like dressed for the dirt of the grave
i am in shades of prison greys
a smudge of newsprint / a social comment
vague
and
changeable
about
it
all

theres an alley
i think wheres my alley ?
i got block paving
the rain runs from
and a lush triangle of yard

and the sky is like its a hole now
fallen open above me
unsafe like a danehole
and
i worry now
that 
i might grow wings

the ground is locked
all entrances disguised
with
root vegetable distractions
the daft unbearable light of flowers
and
immovable solid moods

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