A CUT UP OF THE MIND

an
otters stone

the great
cauldron of sky

waiting
on the doctor
to call

FRAG 9

maybe all the 

code we spew

is residual pride

listen out for 

those sonar blips 

of self deception

& name them plausible deniability

ready 

for if we 

lose our stones
in the therapists office

 

HEADLINE FRAGMENT POP I WISH

long time 
struggle-pup
artist 
provokes a masterpiece
of 
oils & abrasion

caterpilla dozer dynamited
before
smashing 
old world hand chipped stone

a real saint
on 
every night homeless sandwich patrol
five 
chest freezers
full 
of the makings
fill 
his humble home

from wptv.com

PICASA MADRIGALS, RUM DIARY / TV EYE

MARGARINE SUBSTITUTE AND NOBLE DELUSION

1. MARGARINE 


they
carved
their
names
in 
lime green margarine substitute

hands
too
smart-phone-weak

to
work
trees
bark

or the fenced off
unfracked stone




2. SHOVEL DAYS


cant grasp this knot
cant undo it
this clusterfuck bundle
of fuckery 
and lemon lies

i get my shovel
and i grasp my shovel
and rest its rusted tip
on the soil
too sick to dig

~

i stand there
like a tree stands there
times accident
and design

a noble nylon delusion
barefoot
and
surreal

on the crust of our earth - our lawn

smelling the end days
and the end days

smell like rust 
and 

standing water

from pinterest.com

HOLLOW WHALES

lifetimes
spent
building

cold stone carcasses

control hq 101

~

insurance . . . just in case

timeshare 
for the dead

~

holy hollowed whales
dredged
from
the
sea
of
the
sky

wood benches
queue & face
a
bleeding likeness
of
nonviolent 
revolutionary

franchised

~

bells ring
high up
in the
neck bones

calling sundays 
desperate fiction

pic by matthew christopher

IN METAPHOR

blood from stone . . .

blood FROM stone ?

blood from STONE !

BLOOD 
from stone ?

yes - 
blood
from stone

everything is permitted
everything is possible

in metaphor

from sagamer.co.za

CAFE COFFEE POPS

CAFE SONG

chefs call & response

  organic
  wall of
  mono

  yello lego memory



DR DOLITTLES ABATTOIR

strip lights 
   white stripes
   
in black mirror of coffee

      voices
      bleat



INDOOR WEATHER

cold bites outside

   on
   commute o clock street

my mind muffled 
like in snow



WALLS LIE

walls look like
intricate brickwork

but its flat
   
  just
printed on



PROBLEM SOLVED

  steam hiss d
              e
               e
                e
                 e
                  pening

froth wont stop

wipe clean 
laminate



IMPRESSIONS

  pretending to
             be
           mineral
             or
            stone

 tea cup saucers
 ring brittle bells

SKIN DEEP

church tower gone

obvious fm
            well its hooks 

dont / cant 
reach in me

pic from localdatasearch.com

LIKE A STONED BUTTERFLY

he 
left
his judgement & neuroses 
his paranoia & cirrhosis 
in a gladstone bag
with 
his phone & credit rating
in 
the only working 
train station locker
east 
of
constantinople 

and hes laughing now
laughing like
his hearts beating

and hes announcing love now
in awful latin 
all alone
to the ragged mountains
broken glass peaks

he was worn dull 
with rushed tai chi
and hr penetration

but now hes reaching for now
far from the
information
capitals

hes immersed in the composition
hes immersed in the oils
hes part of the technique
hes brush strokes & whirls
hes blown on the plastic winds

hes as naked & nothing as nature now 
and now hes letting now go again

flitting fickle & deathless

like
a
stoned butterfly

pic from serendipity-crafts.com

NOTE TO SELF - CHOOSE A SONG AND B-SIDE

can i not 
BE 
a song
when i go ?

no burial
no chapel fire

no cryogenic lolly
no forced stone

just a song

cos music
music IS
isnt it ?

and
it
would
be
ok
with
me
to dance in rings when im dead

cos lords knows
i dont move 
too much now

so press my crumbs
into
a
magic circle
of
mountains and valleys 

of birdsong

ice

still water

or
a great wild stampede

and
i
could
spin
then

useful

for someones peace
and invigoration

for someones joy
and inspiration

when i have gone

from blog.discogs.com



where they do it - http://www.andvinyly.com/

discogs interview with who does it - https://blog.discogs.com/en/interview-with-the-guy-who-presses-ashes-into-vinyl-records/

FOUR DEAD POPS

OH NO I'M DYING !

  half way
    to
   the 
 indestructible destination

  i  find my wisdom learned
      is
     not 
   easily applied

    from
      out 
     the 
      bargain bin
 of
the  united supermarket of britain


OH NO THEYRE DYING !

  patients gurn on tubes

    skin like paper
   robbed  of colour

       they
       are
     in  between
       this
        world
   
    and the . . . ?


BEFORE DYING     

      in pain
       on a 
  stone and  dogturd island

         tescos now
  where there were 
        druids  before

   
BEFORE DYING 2 (YEW TREE)     

     play
      in the 
    playground

  while the playground
       is
      here

 but play-it-safe children
        
        as

   j i m m y s a v i l e

       used
        to
        say
     sunday nights
      on  the  bbc

from www.museumoflondonprints.com