PERCUSSION OF THE WIND

the hollow wooden tap tap thunk

of the plums falling
onto next doors
carp pond rooflet

here on the edge of storm floris

is the same sound
as children
dead & knocking 

an asking paradiddle

on heavens
unsure door

CLOSED THE BIG DOOR

they

wont

let

you

die

in the regular madness
of the chattel lands

where guilt is on tap
like a riot hose
& innocence is vestigial

& theyre proud
of the suicide nets they hung
below the factory windows

to catch & save

the lives they use

to beat down to a dumb nub

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

RITICULATED NOSTALGIA

DAWN FLASHBACKS

dawn
was hot boiled eggs
was an ersatz citrus shower*

dawn
was all the flashbacks
the above entail

& they would crowd me
like inside a kaleidoscope
on my way to work
hangover in my backpack
wheels in the wet
memories on tap

on tap ? dam burst !

~

*SHOWER PRODUCT FLASHBACK

the school organised
work experience
bus journey
to
the
dead dead office**
of drawing boards
& resentment
& nose hair
& silence the radio could not cut
& that ammonia copier
in the windowless room
downstairs away from them

(& lunch in the murky mall
 bench outside Our Price
 everyone buying
 Superdrug hair gels

 & Pet Shop Boys lps
 & shrieking at fashion)

~

**DEAD OFFICE FLASHBACK

sat on the carpet
after spam & beans

& kids lunchtime TV
shows Playschool

going thru the round window

or thru the square window

to
show
me
the factories & the working farms
&
the
grey grey grey
of it all
when i was four

NO PAWS OF GLASS

animals-
no possession perfection 
blameless in murder & theft

like the wood
like the stone

unselfconsciously 

brewing effervescence 

like a storm

solo tasking

with no paws of glass

no search & tap distraction
on
the
still & content lawns

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APRIL BLOOMS

bath tap is busted

i lay down
& pretend its not

~

i look at the windmill on the wall

everything is beyond me today

~

&
outside
of here 
aprils blowing 
its own blooms
away

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SUBMITTING POEMS

send them off now
with
a
click and tap
into
electric air

paper clips rusting in the chipped ashtray

send them off now
to
heathens
or
lovers
or
the halfway houses
who
write back 
with
a 
click and tap
thru
the electric air

  saying
they really liked one solid line

send them off now anyway
  otherwise
  its
  just
  talking to myself 
  in 
  a  
  silent way

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