HIFI INCLUSION

listening
to
excellent music

makes me excellent too

&

i am included now
when my appetites 

had hit the wall

BLATANT OBLIQUENESS

theres
a 

madness
in
the
look
of
things

~

the detail or not 

the blatant . . . obliqueness

& the space 

   just-so

out from the wall

CREASED LIKE A BRAIN

sometimes its ok

& the tv
dovetails into my mind
with near cnc precision

from worlds away 

to my time here

~

when mostly 

it only puttys up the gap

badly & shoddily 

& without due care

like i did

behind the radiator

in the hallway

2007

wall all creased like a brain

NO BELL TO EVER RING

to be ill
all the time

an everyday sicknote

well its like 

being sent to the corner
to stare at the wall

no chair allowed

the world alive

behind you

FINDING WINTER THERE

these annual
pitstops
come round
like we
fell asleep
in the
afternoon
sunroom
& woke up
finding
dark thats there
like a wall is there
&
then winter too

FALSE SPRING RAIN, A PILL PACK POP

 

DAYLIGHT CROPPED BY THE YELLOWED HALF-NETS

the nose sweat
from too many
salt & vinegar
potato crisps

reminds me of the pinball machines
of the whos tommy & star trek tng
in the back corner of the public bar

cider pints & marlboro reds

daylight cropped

by the yellowed half-nets

thames mud stink
creeping up to
the marijuana wall

1981 & SPIES IN THE TREES

conifers were legion

gap in the fence

footholds in the wall

orange  

        pedal  

               car

~

hollow laurel
to hide inside

playing at spies

finger print kit 

dead-drops & all

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ONUS PASSED ON

how hard can it be ?

pass the onus on
like a hot spud

& free
     i stack
what i found
like masonry
like a wall
like a good wall

like a dry stone wall ?

thats hard
thats a tassel trick
in zero g

life is exhausting
&
full of germs

& time goes slow so fast

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BACK THEN

at

3
4
5
AM

i walk home

headphones in 
something psychedelic 
on
a
magnetic reel

sailing above time

and
i
ask
the
night
cats
impossible questions

under the moons
stained hole

and
aid
stuck hedgehogs
up
the
fortress
wall
of
curbstones

away from dawn traffics
killing
wheels

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ITS NOT CODEINE ITS COLA

like an opium dream
i
become
magnanimous and inflated
with 
a
great
global
empathy

for orphans 
empire
and the general 
on
the
run

i feel it pulsing
from out my ribcage
like the rko tower
before an old film rolls

i feel like a communications satellite
i feel like a minor god

till the height gets to me

then i taste the taste
like cola tasted
when
we
were
young
and just looking 
for a wall
to
climb

to see if 
there was tv adventure
or abandoned porn
waiting
down
on
the
other side

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A REAL FLYING HELICOPTER

he was young
a kid
a bored kid
  out 
  looking 
  for 
  Something / Anything

on the hatchback streets

( corsairs
  cortinas
  white dogshit
  sex pistols graffiti
  in the rape-trap subway )

~

he was young
a kid
no friends to speak of
riding his bike alone
  
  his
  mind
  an 
  Anxious Accelerator
  full 
  of 
  Vicarious Adventures

from books he read
from tv he seen
where
other kids would go out on their bikes
and explore caves
and climb walls
  and 
  find
  Something / Anything
  
but its not like that
in his fucktown for him

~

he was young
a kid
and one day
by the high street
near the pool

( when the pool
  was just a pool
  marathons tizer fruit juice
  in the snack machine
  with a 2p slot )

  he
  sees
  a
  helicopter !

coming in low
coming in to land

a real flying helicopter 

~

he was young
a kid
and
its exciting
its smugglers ?

he follows it
heart in his mouth
ALIVE on a bike

and it goes down behind a wall
and he climbs up the wall

( a wall to climb
  like he read
  like he watched
  a wall to climb
  in a street of concrete 
  assisted-living chalets
  metal bins behind wooden doors )

he sees it landed on a field
hes never seen such a thing before
he thinks hes discovered 
  
  Something . . .
  
  Mystery / Adventure / Smugglers ?

out on his bike
like the books he read
like the tv he seen

~

he was young
a kid
but weirdly older inside
all of a strange sudden

  because

  theres kids from his school there
  they already knew it would be there
  they were ready and waiting there 

  to fly in the sky

and hes just a kid on a wall now

( granadas 
  carltons
  skin heads / safety-pins / scooter mods
  on
  the 
  half-day closing
  milk-float streets )
  
learning
how
things
work

just a kid on a wall

half-day closing
portishead 1997

A SOMETHING

a drill
a sander
a something

like someone unzipped a pocket
of angry white noise

a council estate scientist 
experimenting thru paper walls

just
when
i
want
to
lay down

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