INFORMAL CHAT

theres are lots of things
going to happen

& i really really dont want
many of them to happen at all

i could list their bowels
here in poetic evisceration

but
this
is
more
like
an

informal chat
& 

you know the stuff i mean

you dont want 

many of them 

to happen either

LANDFILL HILL (AFTER LISTENING TO BOB FORREST)

most 

everythings 

in landfill hill *

apart from love & fear

these jeans 

this hat

1000 unceremonied burials

we went mad with stuff

~

impossible / unlikely / crazy

as it feels / is / sounds

one day i may be 

blown dust & smoke drift 

loose in the bird cloud sky

except for my love & my fear
theyre the hills

the mountain valleys

timeless maybe & almost music

tomorrows uncut songs

blunt mineral  

potential in the stone

~

i hope they keep you up

or you find others that do

on the streaming dial

i hope they save your life 

save your love & your fear 

i hope you give 

my vintage denim 

a good home

pockets mad with stuff

above landfill hill

* in spirit at least-

  dont look in the loft

from the guardian.co,uk

the matterhorn reflected in riffelsee, zermatt, swiss alps. frank fischbach

RIPTIDE BEFORE SLEEP

wheres all my stuff ?

the stuff i chucked out
over all the many years

where is it all now ?

landfill . . .

yeah i know in landfill
but where ?

anyone smoked 
a million cigarettes
you think ?

maybe william burroughs did
or half of greece

my to-do list
says
do to-do list

what earworm song
will i wake with ?

had - material girl
      isla bonita
      i see a darkness
      &
      halls of montezuma
this week already 

you can call me al ?
      again ?

now - box of rain
that would make a change

lego . . .
lego !

is a rapist
wearing my
charity shop
donations ?

add actually
to to-do list

the big sea
the big BIG SEA

dont want to think about it

who had a high time
on my drugs they stole
glastonbury 199?
they got sooooo lucky . . .

in the wheatsheaf
before its
crossrail 
displacement-
was it dave i saw ?
looked like dave
didnt acknowledge me

did i stare too much ?
i had a clabby sweat
dave or not

underline actually ?

whats under the ground ?
i mean now
under me now
deep deep down

a trapped river ?
plague bones ?

dont want to think about it

space
big big BIG SPACE

us
on a ball
hurtling
nowhere

just this simple wall
just this old glass
between us
& all the world has
& all the world takes

just this simple wall
just this old glass
between us
& 
the 
universes
unknowable 
mystic void

dont want to think about it

redo to-do list
i think

from scratch be best

cause im a material girl
living in a material world

birds
i mean look at them
they fly

tiny hearts
tiny tiny hearts
beating 
beat-beat-beating in there

they have hollow bones
whats inside them ?

air ?  helium ?

where
is 
all 
my 
stuff ?

from health.howstuffworks.com