A DIMINISHED TRIAD

 

1

a night moment 

the day kept -

i never met anyone
who looked ugly 

in the trumpeting & flickering

of driftwood firelight

2

obedient steel
homogenised
on the permalink blacktop

ferrys our shopping core around

3

night harvest

cool jazz coda

the unplumb mornings

jazz to limp

RETIRED GODS, A MOON WALLPAPER POP

 on the paved & indentured
    forest floors
         of 

    steel & glass
        we 

    fight ourselves

   to death & back

    with devil toys

   from the fire sale
         of 

      retired gods

    eager to boost

     their 

  diminishing  

    pension

        in their

      knee rug

        gin cafe

       twilight days

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

INDOOR PETS

it used to snow

we used to write letters

we used to use
the landline phone

~

indoor pets

sewn into cloth

lap cats
eating pulp 
with steel

bedroom LED speckles

our 
new

stardust sky

from youtube.com

STRUGGLE POPS

1.

    i 
struggle 
  with
all the steel and the glass -
  who put it all there
  and
how 
  long 
  can it last ?


2.

    i
struggle

with the coke can mountain
     and 
     the 
   picture book minds

with plusone broadcast times and 
    that 
  web machine 

with our houses
     black 
   damp proofing 
   lines
and the  wifi  wireless  radio
    un-
    seen


3.

    i
struggle
with  an egg with a feather on it

  and
    with 

the Bombs and the Overkill

   
4.

    i 
struggle with
us people  soft meccano
      in
     our
      download
   twilight

  us 

 relentless and legion

        but
    zerohoured and
       boxed and
       beaten and
       binned



5a.

    i
struggle
with
the
nature
we lived in

  the rocks and soil
  the trees and streams
  the open hands of fields
      and
     the
 fist twisted roots - 

  theyre
now
    dark mystery 
to our tv eyes


5b.

out there 
  where
the concrete ends
cement
pontoons
dissolve
into
tire torn landrover turf

its for the dogwalkers now
    for invisible wardens now
    for helicopter farmers now

and
the
unabomber 

from www.shedworking.co.uk 

a bird house based on the unabombers cabin

NATURES MOTHER GIRTH 1

it keeps her down
hides her

and we forget

the bricks
laid 
in
sand and patterns

the steel that rises up

walls
all the walls

our hutches of glass and pipe

the patchwork quilt
for
the
cars
to
follow

the huge and heavy buildings

keep her down
hides her

and we forget

BREAKDOWN SAINTS

we all have programs
of
furious tints or puppy glee
unknowable 
in 
the 
unthought instinct of deep cave heads
touched by ambiguous updates of drab ammos
thru 
school / life / long lonely nights

and this program holds us fast 
like mental luddites / resistant like steel
to
cycles of drink and pills and NOs
till the program is armour / walls of shaking solitude 
and
inside is powder and dust / egoless and nude

and when it all breaks down ( as it MUST - for PROGRESS )
under
heavy pressure of street barometers
and
unplanned-for stormheads
of 
bad money / bad love / dark sex trails / buried realisation
then can we hold the jigsaw together ? 

re-educate and reform 
the
new learned gears 
to  
new speeds and new slows
to
grow into New Me and Benevolent Us 
that 
walk out there again under the coy sirens
unbroken AND broken
with
hand-mind grip BOTH stronger and looser 
worried and strong in new soft shoes 
and aware they can break AGAIN 
into bomb piles of homeless brick
and
they know
and 
touch ( aware and worried ) others in their baby stages
with heroic tolerance / owl wisdom

and
they
are
the
breakdown saints - tell us by our bottomless eyes

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