KEEP IT DOWN PEOPLE, I'M MISSING THE POINT

 

i am reliably informed

that this is no time to be silent

now theres more killers

in the streets & the skies 

& the boardrooms 

& the governments

than ever before
but i am not sure

i can face 

more noise

~

& i wonder how it would look

to play it all out in silence

comical maybe

probably absurd

& that might slow 

the state goblins down 

& let me rest up some

in peace for a change

ABOUT THE TRAIN STATION

with 

its 

unasked & screaming

in-your-face thereness

the giant silent flat screen
of rolling subtitled news

stretching all the way across

above the departure boards

made  

me  

feel  

crazy

in london fenchurch street

that last time

ANIMAL UNBOTHERED

be easy
to drift thru the days
an extant mass

without urge
or maintenance

no deliveries or plans

no requests or pangs

no phone no flubs no leaks

silent
sitting
sustained

or walking pointing remembering
or walking for walking

like an animal unbothered
to prove it is here

I NEVER SAW BRUCE AGAIN

COUNTING THE MOON

scene-
long shadows
in a 
winter alley

daytime
licks
at
the
bins

there-
the ghost of Was
meets 
the spectre of Could

scene-
discarded toys
sunfucked plastic

tire ruts
knots of weed

there-
they file cliches
in 
the
ruins of a childs fort

scene-
night now

weak stars
rip torn cloud

there-
filing finished
they
count
the
moon

pic from theverge.com

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

MEMORIES AT THE FRONT DOOR

the woman in mismatched sweats
stuffs 
the
phone book 
thru the door

( so slim now
  it
  will
  stay
  forever
  in 
  its 
  plastic coat )

i recognise her from the mall
15 
or 
20
years 
ago

we sold film tie-in plastic tat
and
flat-pack bedroom units

i remember her almost divorce
and
breast cancer scare

her hangovers and her tears

but
i
stay silent behind the front door
when i could have done anything

because

i cannot think of anything
for her
to
remember 
about me 

from justsomething.co phone boook portraits by alex querl