THE WASHING IT SAYS HELLO

i like washing out on the line
drying in the sun
it says hello
clean & free

i like the stub of a pencil

the toll of use

so visible

& its useful still

i like the organic sounds
from the container port

the earthy thuds 

& soft bleeps of shipping

i like these signs & marks

these flags of commitment

to life 

& to things

THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD

in the evening
the metronome
thud thud thud
repeats repeat repeats
across the
marsh marsh marsh

thud thud thud
thud thud thud
thud thud thud

well what is it ?
what is it ?
what the fug fug fug
could it be be be ?

thud thud thud
thud thud thud
thud thud thud

so mechanical
so regular
so big big big

we cant even guess

~

obviously
we look out the window
& see see see
nothing there

obviously
we open the front door
& it gets louder louder louder
& nothing more

thud thud thud
thud thud thud
thud thud thud

so we google & search
search search search
& find a twitter spat
in kent last week
about this noise noise noise

& its the port
the river port
making more port
with a pile driver

thud thud thud
thud thud thud
thud thud thud

fug fug fug
we say say say

fug

STOLE OURSELVES

 

the clock thuds

fekking lump hammer on my anvil skull

anvil ?

fekking salmonella eggshell

but its not its fault -

i put the battery in it
like i can measure time

our arrogance !
mine . . .

do the clocks thud like this
across town ?

taking
taking
taking

everybodys lovetime away


~

countdown & reminder

black choppers incoming

failing plumbing

the clock thuds 

thud thud thud

deaths footfalls - ha !

why not ?

or
just

another

reductive
machine

we stole ourselves with

photo Widescreen Rooftop Blues courtesy of the Dagenham Archive