PUBLIC FUNDED CAREHOME CANVAS

if youth
is wasted on the young

then health
is wasted on the chipper

i say

prescribe the sick 

lab-perfect medicinal whizz
& 

give the old & retired & forgotten 

lashings of military grade gak

& let the poor bastards dance again

~

& millstone clocks lifted

from their old bread necks

they shall paint societies revenge 

beautiful & kind & colourful 

on public funded carehome canvas

HOSTILE MESH

its a loose weave safety net
the
sick & sad
get
tangled up in

calculated disrepair
adds

barbs
to
the hostile mesh

blow up 

what you like

is what i hear

as

long

as

'help'

DRIBBLES

thru

how to enjoy the orchards now

with all the soil has seen ?

SPRAY TAN & PROMISES

england is eating itself
like pop did
like hollywood does
every oscar time

england bastes its young
in spray tan & promises
like hollywood does
with every new crop

england exiles its sick

like insects do

like hollywood does

silenced on worry beds

dreaming of what could have been

POEM FOR MY PARENTS-IN-LAW

i wish i had not been broken
so i would have been able to know you both better

i wish i had not been so sick
as to see your home & city only that one time


~


thank you for the cameras & the peppers
thank you for the xanax & the breaded chicken
thank you for your daughter
i am sorry if i kept her away


~


i hope one day in the next world
we will bait our hooks with new wishes
& fish together by a still blue lake

i hope one day in the next world
we can camp together in the forests there
& sleep painlessly under strange new stars

i hope one day in the next world
we can watch all our animals play together
in a sunshine clearing on soft green moss


~


i hope one day i will meet you again
in the place it is youve gone

the place it is where we all go

when we go

why not why not why not

note - picture is of this poem written into an origami boat 

launched 20/05/2022 into the Danube

with the ashes of Istvan & Katalin Margitai

THRU THE FOG

SICK OF IT

TRILOGY VOTE-POPS

FRIDAY

i
brim over 
with
horror drama
and
i
say

  goodbye sweet progress
  at least
  i saw 
  your face

i am silent and sick

my
street
an
ancient projection

from
the
museums movie archive



WEEKEND

tears dry

straws are grasped

dominoes totter

but
trees are STILL green
the
lawn STILL needs mowing
in
the rain
thats
the same

and
we
watch
a 
rerun make-over show

on
purpose



VEIL LIFTED

veil lifted

pull it down pull it down

cos
suddenly we are aware 
         we are naked
         and
         we 
         are
panic-bluffing

that
its
ok

when its not

and
our balls are in awful danger
on
the
sharp and spiky streets

from truthsinlife.blogspot

SUN POP

JAZZ RADIO

sick and shaving
in
a
hot
morning
bath

salts and steam soothing the stresses

and the jazz station breaks for ads
plugs
a
new 
Maserati showroom 
4 towns north

i am CLEARLY not their core demographic

so i fart bubbles
and
laugh

from cardealermagazine.co.uk

OLD POTATO

theres
an
old
old
potato
at the back of the veg drawer

soft 
wrinkled like a bath finger
and
weakly sprouting small nothings

  hello old potato 

i say 
sick in the thick morning leftovers
of
a
night still congealing
  
  you
  remind
  me of me 
  these days i couldnt power
  a
  lightbulb
  anymore
  than
  you

from tippyandfriends.com

SMALL LIGHT WITH A COLD GLOW

to be absent from work
for
an
extended period
is to be at once mysterious and forgotten
and
any
return
to
anything
but 
instantly re-established status quo
for
instance
shorter hours and a lighter work load
results
in
strange silences and half-looks
across
the
department
even
tho
procedure has been followed
without
favour

 

 from pixxgood.com

THE PEOPLE I WORK WITH

she 
points
at
the 
dry riser

OH GOD I LOVE THESE !

she 
opens 
the 
cabinet
and
points
at 
the
landing valve

MAN, THATS WELL SICK !

then
she
dances
into
the lift

the people i work with

falconfireproducts.com

LITTLE SICKNESS

sickness smells

of menthol

of silence

of another weird plane

of flat sprite
dry
toast
and
the eternal twisted bed sheets of 
the
worlds
longest
mornings