BIRDS & THE MOON

 

the moon is
a neurodivergent godlet

& they scoop the tides
in a regular rhythm

hanging there self evident

in the blue sky & the black

no matter the boot prints

we trod into their face

& i nod to them

& i salute them

like i do with

the yelling magpies

& the murdered pigeon

i buried in our gardens

burgeoning animal 

cemetery plot 

AN ANALOGY STRETCH, DREAM STEALER

to doggy paddle 

in baby riptides 

under a Munch oil sun

to tread water 

at the reefs end

below O Keefe clouds

to splash & thrash

in the harbour mouth  

apollos polaroid moon above

between the sinking & scuppering

  you 

     call 

         your

             sleep

~

& pushing the analogys stretch

   & its plastic elastic limit

      its the

m i d n i g h t  s a l v a g e  r i g h t s 

         that should concern you

ANALOG MATRIX

love is for poets
said the highlander

immortal in his analog matrix

like the tides
&
the cool blue salem moon

~

i wonder that russell nash

never saw tron 

in any timesquare cinegog

or on laserdisc

in his strange museum den 

photo - Rearview Mirror Deconstructed from the Dagenham Archive

STRING THIS PEACE ALONG ( A FOUR POP )

i am in a calm garden picture

stretched out
in 
the
shade & flies

& simple sounds are somehow doom

  its
    all 
      turned inside out

~

over the fence neighbours voices
are   
muttering unintelligible 
&
a child somewhere 
whines 
lazy & unremarkable

then a jetplane miracle 
keys gods skyblue fender - ha !
its 
rumble is late & theatrical
is 
a 
harbinger ? 

its toxic legacy is legible 

~

the 
rustle of a dirty pigeons wings
segues 
into
the
soft siren of a dove - this is peace i decide

the 
peace
before

    EndTimes 

    of 

itanks & mad weather / bodies flying like skittles

~

lets 
string 
this 
peace 
along i decide - i must stay stretched out
in
the
shade & flies

like that king who fought the tide 

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