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

BREKFAST BUFFET VOL3

 

the thrones empty

soon as my arse hits it

achievement owns 

the comedown void

success is blunt

i assume

~

chemical imbalance

melatonin dropoff

unsleep unhacked

holographic bacon

toast on the side 

~

we gurn

between the tech & the trees 

& the deep plastic of seas

& the long flat rolling hilltop land

of

dumb

animals 

& our ancestors stone

~

the mood is always uncertain

& the moon terribly strong

i am channelling 

i am auto diary

its not me

i am not here

this isnt happening

How to Disappear Completely 

is a beautiful song

photograph - Existence Confirmation Via Shadow Record courtesy of the Dagenham Archives

CHECK

chin up
finger out
game face on

check

cover your bones
with that polyester cotton
take another leap of faith
into the 

watercolour / holodeck / wes anderson show

that looks 
just like yesterday
did

dont ask / dont wonder / dont obsess
how 
   can 
      this 
          be ?

check

remember
stiff upper lip son
and
dont explain
dont complain

check

and dont look down

unless
youre very very sure 
of your footing

out there
on
the
rotten
rungs

check

and onwards
the samewards

into
that
darkening
reduction

that glare of never heaven

that
rolling 
d
 i    i
        p 
    s       a 
            
  s           t        
                       o
                i 
                    
                          n 

thats entropy on slo-mo

check

and remember too
maintenance is ALL

thru the verse 
of daytimes
forced meter

into
the
collapsing
loose elation
chorus

of nights sigh

the abyss by alexiuss from deviantart.com

TRILOGY POPTARTS

ESTRANGED DIARY

i 
write
partitioned storm walls
against
death
&
the
void

estranged diary scratches 
on a caveman wall

&
i write without drink 

no
man
has ever done
a
harder thing



PRESSURE

naughty world i say

why
do
i
feel
like it must be me
who
makes
you
behave ?

UN-TECH WOODLAND

theres 
electric light
polished glass
towering steel

spacemen in spacepods
orbit
doing spacethings

&
i
dream of a forest
         a campfire

to
sit
by - on the nod

     till
     a
     dew wet dawn