SKY PILOTS HOPES

i stand to wave 

to the silver darts 

that scratch the sky
&
i hope they nattered

taxiing for take off

about which battered hat  

i might pick out

& slap with elan

on my dome today

&

i hope they wish

they were down here

with us relaxing too

bare toes in the long grass

cinnamon rolls 

&

strawberry scones

coffee & cannabis & tea

A CUT UP OF THE MIND

an
otters stone

the great
cauldron of sky

waiting
on the doctor
to call

THAN YOU

someone
younger
dies
& its like the rug been
pulled out from under
& theres no floorboards there

someone
older
dies
& its like the roof comes off
& the ceilings gone
& all the sky gets in

& youre left
naked in space
thinking what the fuck

ENTROPY BEIGE

the
urge
itch

& need
to make something be here

that wasnt here before

is unexplainable

to anyone

who never looks at the sky

~

i makes a mess on another canvas
in the morning breeze & sun
scraping the thick colours around

& covering up again
the layers of form

& the layers of chaos

into a thick 

smear & pebbling
of summer bugs & entropy beige

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

SUMMERS END PT1

in the car -

coffee & 

cannabis &

watching the also-rans run around

& the water colour sky 

bleeds sunburst 

in great washes 

of god-light

over the livid bruise 

of rain clouds

& the flat slate stack 

layer caked inbetween

another retail park afternoon

appetites to sate 

at summers end

AL FRESCO GRIFTER EXPO

with the wounded muntfish
barking facebook vox pops
at the al fresco grifter expo

its hard to enjoy
where the plum tree
meets the fir tree
in the garden sky

BEREAVED IN RAGS

 

he saw theyre serving 

lobster bisque & onion soup
up on the ISS tonight

& it reminds him

he says
of Gil Scott-Herons poem
Whitey On The Moon

& he tries to remember

he says

that maybe not everything in the sky

means death all the time

as he waits

out the night

bereaved in rags

ABOUT HEADPHONES

the day has not been roses
&

it is hard 

to think about 

what it was like before
the corruption & misfires & spiders

& god is in the headphones
if anywhere

under asbestos sky 

on a sheetrock hill
flossing with a bass string

ABOUT DAMASCUS

age & its rising descent

play at profundity today

like a road to damascus moment

if damascus is the corner shop

& the moment 

a rest at the corner

on a low brick wall

under strung cables 

buzzing from signals 

caught from the sky

THE GREYSCALE LEAVES, FRAG POPS

under the same sky
where warplanes fly
i walk the pale dawn

agog & grounded

kicking the greyscale leaves

~

its a terrible wonderful world
& we are safe we think
on the western islands
in our bells of mist

~

now the fire in my knees

is extinguished

by wading thru

the soup

in the hall

a trail like smudged pencil

i imagine as my wake

AFTERNOON HOGAKU

seaside sky
& a movie rose

sketching animals
in the shade
of the bungalow wall

then arms out
to collect the sun

~

life is small meccano 

in the back room pisser

of the meat stage wings

anything is a party

& a love adventure

in the festival 

of it all

REMEMBERING BUDAPEST

frisson from the headphones
i am in the lazy chair

rain missives tumbling

hello from the sky

lensflare over the lakes
contemplative steaming

tv pistols emptied
into the budapest hill

IN THE SKYS GREAT BOWL

the cats rolling onto his back
legs hanging / eyes watching

showing the trap of claws & teeth

baited by thick soft belly fur

of course i fall for it

~

its midnight & the lawn is wet

stars out in the skys great bowl

& the solar storms flares  

show up as nothing here

but i stay awhile / hoping 

they might / even invisible

be rewiring my brain

CHALK & CHARCOAL

thick green roots 

sutured
to the red brown brick

theres zen 

in the weeding
in the cleanse

geese honk
in the chalk & charcoal
smudge of sky

black dogs
tow their people
in the uncertain wind

THE CEMETERY SQUIRRELS

time is hallucinating
in the fever ether

& again
i cosplay a person

boots on / face out

meat tower saying morning

draped in stitched cotton

& zips

~

the cemetery squirrels
run from their tails

in the thick grass & tall stone

& i rest under trees

where the sky cannot see me
& 

the warplanes

stay away

in my phone

TRYING TO TAMP THE MADNESS DOWN

at night
dreamy
but not sleeping
i feel like 

i am living 

in someone elses memory

i mean that how i phrased it
thats as close as i could get

it feels different now 

even opposite now

as the grey dawn creeps in

showing the scratches on the sky

~

& inside that nights

strange peaceful exploration 

i wrote on an envelopes flap -

i am in the photographs yes

like some kind of 

understated advocate

trying to tamp

the madness down

SPECIALISTS IN THIS ONLINE

the sky is like a set 

of twelve assorted greys

built up & blended

with burnt willow & vine

& it glows
the grey glows

~

dirty heaven is a powder puff

sat above englands broken nose

dirty heaven is exhaust stained

like listed city piles 

heaven needs a soft rubbing action

with low pressure fine powder

theres specialists in this online

i can find for you

RED BERRIES LIKE GLACÉ CHERRIES

& the 

great dark 

brooding bruise

of overcast sky

made the 

rain slick

tree trunks 

chocolate

& the lawn 

a garish 

green limeade

red berries like glacé cherries

rudely trumped the fir trees reach

HOSPITAL REPORT BONE FINGER

he towed his drip stand

into the hiatus foyer

tired & sad & thin

holes patched with adhesive  

he was coloured amber 

coloured like nicotine

going for a last smoke

going for air / for sky

finding cement / bored rain

under englands dishrag dawn

& he drew a circle 

with a bone finger

around the cloud

he thought hid the sun