MORE FOOL ME

my
handwriting
has
been
on
a
journey
into
shit
&
not
yet
back

& the trigger

was my experiment

in cursive numbers

more fool me

FRAG 37

never has the past looked so rosy

thinks everyone

every time

the fan 

needs another 

deep clean

~

like the radar station

disguised as a water tower

from the last global war

looks

quaint & retro

these days

to me

PLEASE DISCUSS 2, SUNROOM RUGS

 

as the saying goes

i am old enough & ugly enough 

to know that shit changes

but why does it turn into shit ?

like 

weightlifters 

cleaning out 

the stallions stables

onto your sunroom rugs

~

please discuss

you have one hour

ask if you need more paper

IN A FEEDBACK LOOP & SMELL

the passive aggressive fox
he looks me in the eye
as he shits on our lawn

i dont mind 

i shit in the house
& that doesnt sound any better

at least he is interacting
out in the world air & smoke

i read the death news
in my plastic glass

in a feedback loop & smell

photo - Lawn Buddies #14 from the Dagenham Archive

BEERS IN THERE

you took down a curtain

you think you did it careful
you used it as blanket
for an armchair bed

you done worse

you egged the kitchen ceiling

you wake
its shit


~

other stay-over guests

tolerant / wary guests

climb on stools 

& chip dried egg 

from the ceiling

with wood spatulas 

you share a look

you cant help

its shit

& you know 

beers in there

OH MY DAYS

i shit only air

disappointed

was looking forward to that

~

close the book
poems in / shit out
that was the plan

close the book

~

i know i will be back soon

& not too late

touch wood

touch cloth

ha

this soft machine maintenance

oh my days 

photo by Daniel Cheung on Unsplash

DREAMS & OTHER SKETCH POPS

he

dreamt

he

was

so poor

the only place to shit

was inside a fart

~

it

is

a

strange relief

to live with dread

when dread comes to town

hailing a ghetto cab
care home in its wake


~

he dreamt he

curled around

a hand grenade

&

burnt

his

inside bacon

crispy black

baked beans boiling
inside his brain pan


~


&
the things we made
they leave their stains

& 
the trees

welcoming & indifferent

well they die standing

passive aggressive 
with
an 
embarrassing multitude 
of 
essential uses

from cutthewheat.com

ARSE IS AN ARSE, THE STORY OF A FOOLS CLEANLINESS

for 
an 
unprecedented 
twenty minutes
my own bodys
necessary deposits
heavily disgusted me

& i wanted to

never
never
ever

have to go & shit again 

~

this strange urge 

for 
such 
unattainable cleanliness

scared away
my 
animal embrace 

~

i withheld in denial

being Art

in my stillness
&
assumed dignity

portals briefly 
forced inactive

~

but
i was so much stranger then

&
i am emptier than that now

from pinterest.com

OBSERVATION FROM A PARKED CAR

how
does
that
fat man

shave those rolls
on the back
of his head ?

hello bulldog clips
&
a three mirror set up

hello razor burn
& sweat dense lint

wife tut-huffs
in the doorway


~


beautiful white dog

got everyone looking

sleek & whip alert

he is nature juxtaposed

a stock image

there on the high streets
chilled 
shutter
ensemble


~


the 
eternal 
jewellers
has shut down

you name it
they had it
with a clock on

bookies never close



~


giant pot 
tree stub
on a rainbow bed
thats moribund

reaches

kinda 
reluctant

for a greyed out sun


~


theres 
dog walkers
carrying shit
on
the
grassy knoll

theres
the 
jewellers cat

radiating nevermind
& soul

from flickriver.com

BROWN DROWNING (CLICHE / LOON ALERT)

knee deep we are

in shit now

& rising

i read
the poles are collapsing
&
probably realigning

everyone is indecisive

all the bees are dying

nationalists

putting their time in

not surprising

big enough opening left
to dive in

democracys belly exposed 
flawed & dividing

dont we need to be
(cliche alert) 
u n i t i n g ?

always a war 
to skip out & die in

if
you
tire of permissible sin
daytime tv 
& morning gin

tv has them polar bears

on an ice cube
thin & staving

all i do is eating

& if i said this was new

id

be

lying

but something basic has broken 

invisible line crossing

&

its

escalating

whales beaching
like monks
immolating

hollywood repeatedly
filming our ending
like we need reminding

& since the 40s
(loon alert)
aliens been climate warning
but
im a fruit loop
just for saying

knee deep we are

in shit now

&
rising

everyone best buy waders
big enough
to keep
your 
kids in

from pinterest.com

2 POPS

DEPARTMENT OF HEALTH

maybe just maybe
i am more normal
than i know

i say out loud
to the snoring cat

poking my shit
with a pencil

catty catty
come see the consistency

&
call the department of health



REAL TIME UPDATES

the
watch
is
an
arrogant
little
machine

it will mock your efforts
if you let it

strap it to your body

&
its victorian wheels
tell you
exactly
how
far

into the 
        future 
you are 

       travelling

from watchuseek.com

2 MORE HOME POPS

SPRINGWINTER

bare foot
on the
back lawn
the energy
feels
weird
in this springwinter

outdoors
is
like
under 
the thunder carpet

all waiting
for a boom




RIND IN A KITCHEN SINK

poem came
last night

a puffer fish ether mumble

inflatable castle
back brain inaccessible 

too milky weak
for
this
pragmatic & robust
grey 
wall
dawn

from thelife-animal.blogspot.com

LONDONS ESTUARY BIN / ALL HAIL TRAFFIC

 
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

from misstech.com

VERSES OF THE DAY

well
if
the
verses
of
the
day

they vary on a theme

just enough
to cheat stagnation

then
its
the
terrible
chorus
that
gets us

gets us bleeding 
before we are wounded

~

its a hook
and 
pressure drone
of
eat
shit
and
fall down

riding out
flat daylights
gimp fondling
in
heroic toleration

paying bills
and
dreaming 
of batman
of jesus

and measuring
the difference
between the two
in
sleeping pills
and
double cream

bucket toilet from wikipedia.org