MATTERS

 

manipulating always
the matter all arounds us

breaking the atom

harassing the ore

i dont think 

the trees

like the view

OFFCUT POSEY No 303

my bones feel hollow 

like a birds bones

& seem filled only

with high mountain air

well sometimes
i dont recognise 

that fool up the tree

braced there with his tinnys

escaping the rote of it

& walking home

in the seashell tinkle

of the predawn milk float glass

AL FRESCO GRIFTER EXPO

with the wounded muntfish
barking facebook vox pops
at the al fresco grifter expo

its hard to enjoy
where the plum tree
meets the fir tree
in the garden sky

LIKE SUNLIGHT

progress is retro

in these timpani days

&

tho there
may be
a void
in us

i am sure 

it can shine
like sunlight
on a branch
on a tree
in the shade

ABOUT THE FUTURE

the androgynous
& softly beige

intergenerational crowd

gather at the seasons change
around the dry monolith

of the last standing tree

~

they murmur the old rumours again

about the old god Cloud

& how he caught the whole world one time

& bade them worship glass

IF THE RAIN, A FRAGPOP

& next year

i will be older

like a tree is taller

if the rain & sun

THE CEMETERY SQUIRRELS

time is hallucinating
in the fever ether

& again
i cosplay a person

boots on / face out

meat tower saying morning

draped in stitched cotton

& zips

~

the cemetery squirrels
run from their tails

in the thick grass & tall stone

& i rest under trees

where the sky cannot see me
& 

the warplanes

stay away

in my phone

CATCH THEM WONT YOU ?

those shapes there
over the treetops
that jangle & jag

catch them wont you ?

& 

filter them pithy

that 

i might understand

FRAG 21

its a dead world

   or it feels like it . . .

. . . feels like it will be

a world on pause

   so it seems - 

      waiting

or its a pregnant world :

   natures delirious & rife

mushrooms 

   always telling

      the trees what to do

outside our human 

   drek & bomb art

ROUGH & FUMBLE TETRA PAK TEAR

 

milkfloats
homey rattle
gone now

that dawn 

clink & dink

now a silent 

plastic twist

in the light 

of a fridge

~

& on frosty school mornings

theyd emerge

out the fog

like a friend

by the tree there

on the corner

that later

was almost home

THO MY MUG IS BROKEN

i look at the tree bark
wanting to see tree bark . . .

tho my mug is broken

my zen is still plastic 

is earworms & bad static discharge

is running dirty

   on western 

   body meds

~

i am looking at the tree bark

waiting to see the tree bark

in a muggy garden morning

vapour hanging still

NEW YEAR POPLINGS 1

baby breezes play
half-hearted
in the bare black trees

&
it doesnt matter
if theres a squirrel

or not


~

the elephant call
of the dustman truck
&
my hellacious knee

ennui / dread / doom scroll

new year

like your belt missed a loop

OSMOSIS BUFFET VOL 3

i make a tenuous peace
its generous & poetical

theres dream faces on the pillow
as nightmares pound my heart

& a contact strip of birds

hangs outside the window

in 

dawns 

slo mo flash

~

i am not the child i used to be

i grew round him like a tree

autopsy will find 

my / his 

paddington ringer t

photo by Joe Dudeck on Unsplash

MOAN ARMY

       WE are not built
   for WHAT we have built

       wheres 

ALL the benches & bins & bogs ?

theres too few 

       TREES for me

spikes & hostile corners

    on EVERYTHING else

~


&
like soldiers
we
do
what
we
do

for those next to us

meat complicit disclaimer signed

in the early dusk

cursive stylus slipping

on the offered glass

from theguardian.com

MO PLASTIC ZEN

the gardens triangular 

& falls away north

i am barefoot on the grass

hoping for magnetic defrag

trees nod - they KNOW

i am between the meat here

&

the motherboard motherload

mad with sobriety

&

quieted by worry

& 

alert from the advertising underground

MATH POPS

billion dollar b movies

permitted alchemy

lint 
in 
the
pythagoras storm


~

from

a

hobbled shell

dust clogs
the geoplanes

the regular horror

is old hat now


~

stuck

alive

between tech

& the trees

counting my blessings

on an abacus
made for two

from cnn.com

MEETING AT THE WHITE POST TREE

get a bottle

&

a carrier full of cans

go

out

in

a

field

&

kick the empties about

laugh at earth
laugh at its signs

&

roll crumble-flake-slate

up an easy tree

smoke till then its dark

& 
the world

is unmade 
is fresh again

those

were

the

days

young & before phones
meeting arranged
at 
the
white post tree

20 pences for the call box man
easy stay out till three

from essexwt.co.org

DISCARDED TOYS & OTHER POPLINGS

time

is

in

its hardest light

waiting on antibiotics

to

kick

their

damn

selves

in


~

mirth free laughter

a discarded toy

foreign policy . . .

i got the 

downstream
creek bed
lost body blues

~

the years pass fast

shrink like violets

but the mornings -

long

slow

silt-fat dredge

to

the

luncheon

shore

from researchgate.net

TWO ECO POPS

if 
a tree falls
in 
a forest

& theres no campaigners
there to hear it

can i still dynamite
the illegal loggers
heavy plant ?


~


look out there son

i remember when all THAT 
all THAT water out there

was LAND
block paved cul-de-sac LAND

& look at it now son

see 
the 
carrier bag fish swim 

look how their uv shines

from youtube.com

BABY SURVIVALIST

i remember when 
i thought i could
knock out a bear -

theres
this
tree down in gale

blocks my
sideways rain
bicycle commute 

two stuck drivers 
soaking me
mad jogger

lever it out the road
with physics
&
cooperation

feel 
like a mountain man
like lewis & clark

feel like theres no tv

& i remember
i felt like
i could
knock out a bear

from abc.net.au