ABOUT THE ESTATE #2

on all the island triangles of grass

on the corners of the t bone streets

wild high until suddenly mowed

& 

on the wide high plateau of green

behind the squat crouching flats

there to mask the bin sheds

& the washing in the courtyard

there were council signs

in a clear beginners font 

that said - No Ball Games

it was just so mean
& i couldnt understand

would the police come ?

it seemed a very hard blow

for all the kids to weather

tho i found out

no one gave a shit

CATCH THEM WONT YOU ?

those shapes there
over the treetops
that jangle & jag

catch them wont you ?

& 

filter them pithy

that 

i might understand

SUCH A SCHEDULED & DEFINITVE & MOURNFUL STOPPING

those tv show ending songs & themes

that played out over the rolling credits
held a deep & impossible sadness

& an intense hope
for a last joke
in a last scene
after the last names ascended

& it didnt really matter 

if the show was good or not

& it didnt really matter
if i understood it or not
only that i could hide there 

inside its scripted cloak

it helped hold back

anxietys electricity slurry

& dooms gloaming worry
of going to school

that fucking zoo

the next poxy day

MY ANALOGIES ARE TOO EXTREME

cant explain it

there arent the words

& my analogies are too extreme

so i explain what i can

& they understand what they understand

& we meet in the middle

militancy in the margins

from spooniehacker.com

GUEST POST, FOUR RONPOPS BY RON HECKERT

'I was like...are you sure you're calling the right guy?'

1. Oblivion United

I guess 50 means you're a man somehow

As Grown up as you'll get
Or whatever

Opinions
Onions

Oblivion Unlimited

Witness it
Break down

But it was never fixed
Was it?

2. Good Luck

What you get 

Is a return on what you have invested in

Results will vary

Skill and luck play a part

Hope for good luck

Good luck

'I did not attend several prestigious universities.'

3. Shit Mirrors

I am a conscious manifestation of elements

recycled from the beginning of time

A time that only a god could remember

And then there was light

And me!
Indeed.
We were all there,
apparently still sleeping.

And now we get

To Witness our universe

Through a temporary mirror

A soup of organics

A miracle of chemistry

Reflecting wonderment

Whilst shitting all over it

For This is the way

Our Shit mirrors work

We are shitty little mirrors

Reflecting who we are

Cheap goods perhaps

To the cosmos

Our cousins

indifferent gods

And others

I was going somewhere with this

But whatever

Our souls

Warped

Made cheap and quick

Mass produced

Efficiently

Flawed

Because perfection takes focus

And the universe is big

Isn't it?

4. Good Day

The computer said to me 

It is hard

To write music

When I cannot feel or see

And yet I write on anyway
Blinded though knowing

About more absurd probabilities
Bending the numbers and notes of a frequency

Caused disturbances
Sensed
Felt

To detect is to attempt to understand 

She said good day after that

'There were trees, lots of trees.'