LOOK BETTER IN THE APP

& i wonder

this thunder morning
when lightning strikes
our old stoner haunt

& the rain comes down

like its behind schedule

if i would

look better in the app

like
everything
else
claims
to

on the sci fi ballast
we clutch like pearls 

in our meat-crane hands

DOMESTIC POPLING 4, A PILL PACK POP

 

SILVER JUBILEE RECURRING MEMORY

dressed up as a cowboy
no caps 

in my 

top-break six shooters

i tasted the sand
from a garage floor

silver jubilee 1977

sunshine 

on the 

dead end 

tablecloth 

trestles

tv gardener silent behind the long fence

rain & thunder 

on plastic hats 

in the red white & blue 

afternoon

from home/bt.com/news/on-this-day

2 MORE HOME POPS

SPRINGWINTER

bare foot
on the
back lawn
the energy
feels
weird
in this springwinter

outdoors
is
like
under 
the thunder carpet

all waiting
for a boom




RIND IN A KITCHEN SINK

poem came
last night

a puffer fish ether mumble

inflatable castle
back brain inaccessible 

too milky weak
for
this
pragmatic & robust
grey 
wall
dawn

from thelife-animal.blogspot.com

MOVIES RUSTY COOKIE CUTTER

movies fill holes
like tide coming in

hot woman
with a
hot man

cookie cutter heroes
lift up
mired boats again

hip beards
evil beards

required motion supplied

we all know an AK
by sight by now

a wilhelm scream
a howie long scream

a holiday sun 
beach with bar

the blue surf 
goes blood red


~

exaggeration
is
satisfaction

steampunk looking bomb
physicist gets one line

pointless twist
plot goes personal

all say-
never make it personal

a techno porn parade

~

rome

rogue dog

back story-
dont blink

every gun makes noise
when touched or moved

he follows orders
when it suits

hip beard shaved
cia like the look

evil beards stay

rogue dog shaves
has unholy practice

~

every tyre squeals
impossible on gravel

leather dufus
got keys
on neckchain

cover is marriage
no rehearsal
no trade craft

works without rings

stories in glass
are booze
in a bottle

revenge is trigger
revenge becomes work

impromptu party
drunk pratfalls

all stone cold sober
when alarm sounds

~

red-tailed hawk
castle thunder

canned dreams
for
canned dreamers

poirot looking beast
primes orion
ahead of schedule
with a nod

a goofy holler
a common loon

stealth is easy
with sound man
on your side

~

cliche is
sometime comfort

shes a goodie

shes a baddie

shes a good baddie

too deep

kill her off

no grey areas

cool watch
deep voice

mad dog meets new pup

crazy training
pays obvious dividend

~

everyone has 
a zippo to spare
come the arson scene

red trouser henchman
easy to follow
is no competition

sugar glass explodes
flag pole escape

local mob involved

veteran legend
meets mossad opposite

they compare
hip flasks

sniped-
only after
conversation

~

old wise man with beard
guides path patiently

menial help
surprise
with wisdom

tarzans jungle call
in cement landscape

venue always has room
for delta 1s 
chopper rough landing


a laughing kookaburra

nuclear bomb

under waves

detonates with
only wind

~

credits bring foreboding

i become bereft
on the sofa

bereft

we deserve a better song

but get
universal telephone ring

superhero landing

reaction shots
a shout- SHIT
on every 
traffic corner

from playz.sithari.com.au

PS

sequels hold 

inevitable disconnect

eg- die hard 2

is set in a world

where die hard

was never made

who wants to live there ?

ODE TO PAINKILLERS

a tourist
in the chinamans
bottle cap

and
the
rush
is
an acceptable inevitable cloudbank alarm

and it holds back its rain
and says soft thunder instead

a hard sell of cotton ignorance
on the sofa thats the world

and where there was pain
and a sawdust afternoon
there is now an omnipotence
balance
and
bubblewrap benevolence

and before the flatline freesail
my mind orders
eggs
over
easy

no rush

and fresh cigarettes please

and matches

as
all
my
fires
are
out

from foundationfortheaidoflife.org

STRANGE LITTER

i
cycle
home
under a sky the colour of a drunken bruise
weeping
a
million
raindrops
the rainbow colour of quartz
as
the
sideways sun from a tear of fire in the thunder black
catches
them
coming
down

and the verdant vibrant verge
is
muddied
with
the
cast of wind in the willows
mown down in the dark wet night
and
tossed
aside
after dawn showed them all
still
and
silent
and
colourless - forever asleep 
among 
the 
abandoned childs shoes

#

unknown artist, west sussex