INTO PLAYGROUND LEGEND

his big-boat trainers
& market traders leather coat
dwarfed his premature body
& shrunken walnut head

& when he swore he swore
in a vicious spitting bark
that escalated & enhanced
the words to defcon 1

we talked his swearing up
into playground legend
but it hinted at an anger
sourced where
no one asked

NIGHT SHIFT POP

i 
was
a
white night shadow 
burning stubby blunts 
under the weak starshine

writing pops with a work pen
in a borrowed well stolen pad

waiting for the milk train
almost running just for me 

~

empty seats
trainers up
bag-warm beer

early mist 
a fantasy-scape
over
fishing lake mirrors
&
the
green green green
estuary
jungle

~

my reflection
is like
by an
impressionist
&
i brace for it
brace for dawns 
brotherhood to fade

hoping sleep will take me
before
noon
in the crashbang of day

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BEDROOM LANDS 4

RIZLA

same smell 
of MFI MDF

same stolen
brown laminate 
canteen trays

but
a 
different 

rainbow of rizla



CIGARETTES

with six
types of weed

i would cry
accidentally on speed

its 
more damn cigarettes
i need




ADIDAS

all
the
reformed monsters
got 
the
same
denim
on

subpop shirts

competing rubber-toe adidas
ripcurl
on 
coiled 
cable 
carpet



CABLES

snake atrophy

twist like art
to
vhs and crt

and back-of-a-lorry
monitor audio cones

plastic rivers
thru 
the 
kipple crumbs and carcinogens
of 
one-room 
living




SHOE RULES

smell-
different washing machine protocol

different shoe rules
differently observed

same mellow smoke billow
hugs same artex

same hot rocks
puncture different pillow

same empties
ashtary sentries
on the floor



HIGH

and
my
face was weird
in
the 
watermark mirrors
of
different bathrooms
different light

wasted and drained

pale and bombastic

high

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PARKPATH WORLD TO THE CAFE

all i hear is 
my
discount
trainers
making soft taps
on
the split tarmac

early PM

brown leaves tumblefloat on ghostwind

the A road
is a
hum
more imagined than heard 
like
the future
or
like 
approaching progress
invisible
beyond
browngreen horizons

and 
when the phone
in
my 
pocket
buzzes its muted rumble
the
parkpath world to the cafe 
suddenly 
appears 
a
relic
from
a
longgone time