THE GREYSCALE LEAVES, FRAG POPS

under the same sky
where warplanes fly
i walk the pale dawn

agog & grounded

kicking the greyscale leaves

~

its a terrible wonderful world
& we are safe we think
on the western islands
in our bells of mist

~

now the fire in my knees

is extinguished

by wading thru

the soup

in the hall

a trail like smudged pencil

i imagine as my wake

REBAR

& love
is the rebar

in the meat & jelly gumbo

pressure cooked

in the gone gods
ghost written wake

OXIDISED LIPIDS

poetry - 

wake up

be genius

go back to bed

dont see what the problem is


~

now its afternoon
flat sun & a stale heel

 

& what i wrote earlier . . .

well 

oxidised lipids is too kind

ACCELERATED ELECTRIC HEAD

within minutes
no seconds
of waking

i have diagnosed myself 

with 7 rare disorders
& held the floor at 3 wakes

fought a policeman
& stopped a war

killed a murderer

& snubbed a king

all in my accelerated electric head

& it dies down some with coffee

~

like things on a microscope slide

oily shimmering rainbows
strobe in my pov margins

& a chad of light is displaced

by a black hole punched 

into the centre pane

& everything & anything
i do / manage / achieve

this morning

this afternoon

all week

is herculean heroism
in my viddy newsflash

EMPTY AS A TYRE IS EMPTY

theres a moment after we wake

a glimpse out of time
empty as a tyre is empty

before we remember It All

& the day
never does
recover

from this absence 

we had 

no chance

to prod

SUCH IMMENSE PRESENCE

immediately 

as 

i wake in bed

theres led zeppelin
playing in my head

the soundtrack maybe

to my last lost dream

~

hangman hangman

swingin on the gallows pole

~

its 

  easy to forget
that 

  music is  i n v i s i b l e
cos 

  it has such immense presence

OSMOSIS BUFFET VOL 4

  

  & 

the dreams interface

with nightmare residue

i wake / dont know who i am

reality is a bad hat

i escape

out the fish market exits

of the veil in-between

  &

the nightmares interlink

with dreams glue & sand

reality is a top hat / a crown

on

all 

heads

but mine 

photo by Chi Hung Wong on Unsplash

OSMOSIS BUFFET VOL 2

i dont know anything when i wake

i feel maybe i am again a child

i am on a sofa opposite myself

but it is a sofa i have never known

&

theres 

an 

Ineffable Anthropomorphism - yes !

in

the

consolation landscape

photo by Jon Tyson on Unsplash

BLOODY DISCHARGE

disaster 

capitalisms

compulsive

obsessive
seek & destroy

consumption
addiction

ignores its back-end discharge

i see the horror wake
creep up past its knees

bling in the liberty learjet

filched by a dentist

from a childs smuggling mouth

photo - Jet in the Fish Sky from the Dagenham Archive

BETWEEN SLEEP & SIMULATED REALITY 1

&
i
crashbang
out
of
caveman dreamstate 
to
almost reality uk

on a spurline
of 
surplus indecision 

no rough stuff please
this isnt murder 1

from flickr.com

LONDON DREAM

a london place 
  recurs 
  in dreams -

all its tourist places
all its famous places

stand in a single
convenient 
accessible 
postcard row

everybody is living
in one single 
immense
condensed
block of concrete flats

~

& it is a dark town
its bad fingers beckoning
across the slum pub bridges

across
the
red bus 
orange gravel 
parade square 

~

my shortcut home
everytime is always 
down on the tube tracks

me & the commuters down there

the rats down at our feet

the
trains
closing
in

ominous & scream-loud

~

i wake up

still down there

in danger 
in trouble
down there 

in the dark
down there

in recurring london dreams

from londonist.com

WHEN DID THE FUTURE HAPPEN

THREE POTATOES

once upon a grey parade morning
i
left 
the
house
and
muddled out into the sportswear wake

i bought three loose potatoes
from
a
machine
where a person used to be

it asked too many questions
and
made
me
feel
inferior
to be organic and alive

but
it didnt file its nails
or
take notice
of
the
verbal abuse  

and
i 
'paid' 
the 
machine
with
an uncertain slap of celluloid
that
could
have
been
anyones

wondering when the future happened ?



HARMONY PLUG AND PLAY

i left thinking machine or person ?

i left thinking
we should grow
our own potatoes

but
everyones laying
astroturf now

round
their
harmony 
plug & play 
hot tubs



I AM PERSON TOO

once upon a back indoors and safe
i
saved
my
misanthropy 
for
the sealed sunset
and
i
said
bravely and aloud

i would rather person 
than machine
because i am person too

and
i
could
have
leant them a book about the modern world
refuse a bag
and tell them they are their own god

or
just
leave
a
smile
for
them
in
their watery abattoir eyes
dull with breeding
and sublet hope

or ask them
if they knew
when the future happened ?

from concreteplayground.com

DEATHS EMPTY YAWN

and
after
it
all
there is space made

like an empty yawn

for another
wet sacks
plastic kipple

~

this empty yawn
gasps into the cosmos

this empty yawn
is
stuffed with hamburger
and 
strange rubbery cheese
made 
in 
a
factory sized
chemistry set
somewhere
up
north

~

this empty yawn
is
flooded
with 
instinct & new blood

a mystery use by date

and
dna betrayal 

patched over
by times

new day
same day

relentless & assassinating

updates

~

this empty yawn

makes you
yawn too

and you see
those gone remain

for a time

in the nebulous hallway scent 
of
dateless
deja vu

~

this empty yawn
dries
stops
dies

the
moment
you leave
the wake

you sit in the car
and its too normal

youre in confusion
feeling
unresolved
and
full of carbs

~

this empty yawn
leaves old codes
in unconscious crafty placement

and surprise
bursts in your heart

at
old coins & stopped watches
in
kitchen drawers

at
bus tickets & jotted notes 
of
1950s mileage
used
as
markers
in
dusty
unthrown 
hardbacks

but
only for
the 
first time around

from onedio.co