STEPPENWOLF ON MY MIND

& 

the things become other things

once you clocked in

& neck deep

in the balls 

of the ruined net curtains

its mad max 

& steppenwolf

on my mind

COCOON

what kind
of cocoon
is this

i ask

where you cant think
cant even dare to think

of all
the things
you cannot anymore do

~

then

in the sagging gusset
of the afternoons bluff

night is here

PARADISE

you know things 

are getting dark & wild
when its phil collins

jammed looping in your head
&
you simplemindedly agree
& even nod

nod !

to his cookie cutter
boil in the bag
ladybird
emoting

~

send me prayers

metal

&

cohens gentle takedowns

BABY JOHANSEN ASKS

papa ?

yes son ?

this labour party, 

theyre people too, 

right papa ?

yes son 

then why are they doing 

such unpeople things ?

. . . well son . . .

BLATANT OBLIQUENESS

theres
a 

madness
in
the
look
of
things

~

the detail or not 

the blatant . . . obliqueness

& the space 

   just-so

out from the wall

GLOWING DULL ELECTRIC

 

theres Things

here / there / everywhere

in the brain space & out

Too   

      Sad   

            For   

                  Touching

~

they glow dull & electric 

inside the medicine scaffold 

captive & museum'd

on 

the 

laterbases

forgotten tab

photo - Scaffold Fudge from the Dagenham Archive

SICK OF IT