SICK DUCKS NICHE CAVITIES

i got my sick ducks
in a semblance row

& i forced-march them
thru the niche cavities
of government administration

or what passes for it
in these hijacked days

i realise now
i was grating myself
for an overlords brunch

& in the kitchen
the tap drips 

like a clock
into the strategy sponge

FIVE TV POPLINGS

blue blue

electric blue

cuthbert dibble & grubb

~

he can chase trains all he likes

in the dawn afternoon
sun & surf & sand

i will never
trust that horse
with my money


~


i watched credible newsreaders 

age & fade

i saw their 

tanned jowls swell

they STOMACH it ALL 

everyday

mainlining the horror

jesus christ


~


tv eye watches tv sponge
under tv skies

& out the window
well out the window

on the streets . . .

theres a march to begun

~

blue blue 

electric blue

tv flotsam be my judge

photo TV Skies No 71 from the Dagenham Archive

PICASA MADRIGALS, RUM DIARY / TV EYE