FREEDOM TASTING LIGHT

bmx on the streets
moving
moving
moving
solo rider making time
hunting peace in motion
streetlights blinking on

teardrop tubing
mx brakes

faux-italian cursive
on my jumpers tit

the freedom tasting light
when i tasted it

DREAM FUDGE POP CRIMINAL DUO

 

she & he should be only friends
she said
to properly contain their criminal intent

&
she was catalogue happy
&
he was movie sad
&
their life was a badland teardrop


~


their
epilogue texts
thumbed from
prison yard bleacher
balloon-drop cellphones

regretted nothing & saw everything

both smuggling in drugs now
for 4G data
library privileges
&
a time-out oblivion nod

photo - Freedom Glares from the Dagenham Archive

SILENT VISITATION IS APPARENTLY OK

i remember when this happened -

i remember 
i was walking down 
an empty hospital corridor 
in a fickle fri pm 
loose work-almost-done buzz 
when i saw this child 
coming up toward me 
with 
eyes 
soooooo 

    f  a  r    a  p  a  r  t

~

i remember 
his inverted teardrop head 
his chin 
could have 
cut paper
could have 
cut timber

~

i remember 

hes two & half foot tall 
if that 

& theres a knowing glowing 
in his black eyes 

& theres a penetration 
in those eyes 

& i remember 
feeling 
seen 

~

hes not a kid 
i remember 
one look was enough 
to know 
hes not a kid

i remember 
he freaked me out 
& freaks me out still 

no joke tho 
at anyones expense 
but he was 
beyond human variety 
& no ones laughing here

i remember 
no one was laughing

~

now theres human conditions 
all sorts of human conditions 
of melting pot variety 
but 
i remember 
i googled facial displacements
& anomalys soon as i got in 
& nothing medical 
was close to this 
nothing even close 
to what i saw

~

that was 
no child with a condition
that was 
silent visitation

i remember 
i think 
i saw 
an alien 

& apparently 
thats ok

from fineartamerica.com

THE EGO AND THE PARANOIA 2

paranoia is the burning bedroll

of a blunt in the birthday daylight

halfway up the haul of the white lion hill

overtaxing the hysterical jags

as the rodent dark crawls on in
assuming it need not even ask for blood

after the late night takeaway

paranoia disappears me

like im an experiment in a maze of mistakes
like its el salvador when the sun goes down

and paranoia
orders one shot of each and everything

in the glass columns behind the golem bar

in the bottleneck half hour of the tick tock

with

newcastle browns

flat abyss chaser

in a dishwasher warm

half pint glass

glue leaked out the bottles label

is a frozen teardrop of tobacco tar

and paranoia

hangs my door key

around my neck

just in case you know tho i am rarely out

just for the bins and that you know
cos paranoia says 
anyone can get lost 
in the lynchian depths
of a front yard anteroom

and paranoia

says the songbirds and the bluebirds call

for the zipped files

on a locked card

in secret compartment

in the back

of my GPS 
deactivated

mobile phone

they call from the palm trees

decapitated stumps feathered like corn

across the white trash speedtrap street

and my ego weighs in

and my ego tells me

that

tho

i have no wings no more to beat no more

in judgement over the square mile

over parliament

hammersmith apollo
borders jazz cafe
centre point
and Time and All Creation

that i should not worry

as its clear-as-fuck its the mandela effect

or CIA meddling in a black chopper backwash

and the truth will out

it says

the truth will always out

or never will

from fanpop.com