CURL OF A SHRIMP

in the corner 

of the sofa
in the corner 

of the room

the cat sleeps

silent & shaped

in the curl 

of a shrimp

& the night air

thru open windows
tussles zephyrs in 

his slumbering thatch

PUNCTUAL SUMMER

summer is on time

& unusual because of it

& 

in the heat 

is a hiatus of things
& 

all the muggers 

lie down with the lambs
& 

crane flies come inside

tired of the wild grasses

& 

we have ice cream

& 

nothing is urgent

& 

everything 

is 

simple & still & poised & placed

as a sofa facing

a quiet tv thats on

 

THE HEADY SMELL OF GLOSSY PLASTIC

was a flash of 

the essence of something

lasting as long as a spark would

ESP cologne  

barely nebulous  

in the living room air

& it was located

at my best guess

just east of the sofa

where the rug delineates

the international waters

of coffee table island

~

it delivered 

like scheduled mail

the heady smell of glossy plastic

of an action figures inky black legs 

& the sliver of sunlight 

silver white 

on a saturday morning staircase

& the momentary lightness 

of the absence of tension

like only a new toy could mask

THE FIRDAY NIGHT BOOKSHOP OF THE MIND

in the friday night

bookshop of the mind

the oversoul
does a reading
just for me

when i am stretched out

debased on the sofas throw

~

& these poems
out the ether

well i can let them go

like throwing back a fish

my hands must remember

they dont need to always

stain the paper blue

TOIL IN THE DISCONNECT

steel fish
on the
grey top

head upstream
to feed
to breed

to toil in the disconnect

meat destiny outsourced 

in evolved surrender

OSMOSIS BUFFET VOL 2

i dont know anything when i wake

i feel maybe i am again a child

i am on a sofa opposite myself

but it is a sofa i have never known

&

theres 

an 

Ineffable Anthropomorphism - yes !

in

the

consolation landscape

photo by Jon Tyson on Unsplash

THREE HAIKU & THREE BIRDS 2

DONT 

FORGET


scissors are two knives

see where they run

                  rust in the rivet

     

       pizza on the steel

PRACTICAL 

TRAGIC

cant shake the doom dreams

sleeping cat 

            stinks 

            up
            the sleeping pillow

       f e b r e z e 






CATASTROPHIC 

THINKING

worse case scenario

      is

      destination 

      number one

   sofa  plum  fruit

photo Gull Triumvirate from the Dagenham Archive 

SITCOM EXPLORATION VOL1

sometimes sitcoms DO something

something to SUCK you in

like you live next door
live in the flat above

but your sofa couldnt be more wrong

~

masses need their opiates

i wouldnt stamp on that

& 

a few 
i want to live in 
too

photo Re-Up #1 from the Dagenham Archive

ONE TRICK PONY PREVIEW #1/3 GUEST POST BY URBAN KISSES

  Things my mind refuses to shake  
  Lime Street station  
  you nervously waiting  
  hands in pockets  
  the rattle of a key chain  
  loose change  
  polite distance  
  long distance  
  the distance between you to me  
  awkward kissing  
  kissing furiously  
  sinking down in an overstuffed sofa 
  sleeping over  
  over thinking  
  everything  
  once again  

WEDNESDAY POPS - BLUES

1. TELEPHONE BLUES


i dont ring him

so he cant
not answer




2. SOFA BLUES


i cant find proof enough
that
we
are
not
all
mad

not behind the sofa
where water damage
flakes the paint
or 
under 
its blameless cushions

only pennies there

and peanuts




3. 3 O CLOCK BLUES


i nap acceptably well

for a whole

45 mins

&
wake
in the pms 3 o clock nadir

i simmer

waiting on night 
to deliver
its
own
black
conundrum

its coma
its peace
and

its certified hallucination

from quotesgram.com

ODE TO PAINKILLERS

a tourist
in the chinamans
bottle cap

and
the
rush
is
an acceptable inevitable cloudbank alarm

and it holds back its rain
and says soft thunder instead

a hard sell of cotton ignorance
on the sofa thats the world

and where there was pain
and a sawdust afternoon
there is now an omnipotence
balance
and
bubblewrap benevolence

and before the flatline freesail
my mind orders
eggs
over
easy

no rush

and fresh cigarettes please

and matches

as
all
my
fires
are
out

from foundationfortheaidoflife.org

SEASON POPS

1.

smells like spring inside

tv talking to itself

sofa 
& 
blanket


2.

springs solvent abuse

after winters cooked bark

flying
birds
of
time

PROOF OF LIFE, A QUINTOPOP

tv
is
a murmur in the background

a wallpaper whitenoise 

ratsnot dribble

and these dumb days
its
proof of Life

~

i am not tuned into the right frequencies

  ( dials jammed on 1979 )

for its hamfist subliminal shopping prompts

and
i
dont
need
a new sofa or copycat hatchback
every
weekend

anyway

do i ?

~

anyway

as long as i can just lay here

just lay

stretched and still

floating
in
my
own
still water

for an indefinite while

its all pretty much ok with me

~

proof of World / Life
is
a muffintop of information

corporate drool
in
a
coffee bucket

wait -
information ?  more like
               windows left open
               on a 21stC
               bedlam

or a future museum exhibit
demonstrating and lamenting
our
moneymind
whitegood
techturd
gurning
faux-need

~

so 
i
lay

i stretch out

tv on -
just a shitty kind of weather

stretched out
listening to the water pipes cough
and the hooves
of tiny horses
running in there

stretched out
listening to her in the kitchen
making a pie
singing a song
swearing at bugs

stretched out
in
a
freezeframe pm picture
of
sofa bliss with a knee rug
and 
my
sicknote peace

VELVET BLOWN-MIND

POETRY POP CLEAROUT

1.

  poetry
is a big sigh
for
a
little
cat 


2.

  black halos
sit unshining
over
obvious heads

  as
invisible
as
we
let them be 


3.

cut the thumb
from a rubber glove 
and
stick
it
to
the 
mirror with spit

  thats me 
  that is
on
a
bad morning 


4.


fists have their uses 
but
better to dig with fingers
to
find
a
truth

and make even lunch hours
  long


5.

  i 
  am
atoms with mass 

  only 
  here 
in the armchair
if 
youre looking


6.

  sofa nest 
  10 AM
waiting
for
the 
yelling silence of migraine
to
take
its
blotches and wire away 

  the
seconds come like hammer blows

from guardianlv.com

CENSORSED

tuesday
noon

is there ever a deader time to be ?

i
stretch
out
on
my
parents sofa 

memories blanked out

censorsored by medicine markers

pondering
our
soft and inevitable illness
and
how
to
live
in the West
on
two
pounds
a
day

from artlebedev.com