APOCALYPSE WALLS

  & 

  the words of the prophet

  are written in oil

  on the apocalypse walls

  & segregation halls

( & 

  were delivered

  in report form

  to the white house

  of the 1970s )

  & 

  whispered in the sound of silence

( & opec talks . . . ) 

3 x HAIKU POPTARTS

RATS


& r is for rats

& the rats are in the walls

thanks h p lovecraft




PARABOLA


the bare street drama

spirals us out of the whim

( i sigh with )
found booze stash relief




JOKER


his ford escort van

was a police target

laughing joker tattoo

DC VILLAINS ET AL ( 3 POLITICOPOPS )

1. LETTER ACROSS THE POND

dear United Mistakes of America

building walls 
wont stop planes 
or weather
only human progress

kindest regards

the United Supermarket Of Little Britain

PS
try NOT bombing
just for a change ?

PPS
kettle call the pot black much ?
i know . . .

PPPS
on that note
the kettles on if youre around ?

2. DOMESTIC ABUSE


fullfat putin
says 

if you stay home 
its ok to put the boot in

be dead by 41 anyway
on bathtub potato gin

fullfat putin

cant dilute him

and on the dashboard of a moscow cab 
nods 

a

bobblehead stalin

3. SPEECHDOM


youre free to speak

said idi amin 
on freedom of speech

but
i
cant
guarantee 
your 
freedom
afterward

and on cannibalism 

the perfect crime !
all the evidence is eaten

i see we taught him well

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BREAKDOWN SAINTS

we all have programs
of
furious tints or puppy glee
unknowable 
in 
the 
unthought instinct of deep cave heads
touched by ambiguous updates of drab ammos
thru 
school / life / long lonely nights

and this program holds us fast 
like mental luddites / resistant like steel
to
cycles of drink and pills and NOs
till the program is armour / walls of shaking solitude 
and
inside is powder and dust / egoless and nude

and when it all breaks down ( as it MUST - for PROGRESS )
under
heavy pressure of street barometers
and
unplanned-for stormheads
of 
bad money / bad love / dark sex trails / buried realisation
then can we hold the jigsaw together ? 

re-educate and reform 
the
new learned gears 
to  
new speeds and new slows
to
grow into New Me and Benevolent Us 
that 
walk out there again under the coy sirens
unbroken AND broken
with
hand-mind grip BOTH stronger and looser 
worried and strong in new soft shoes 
and aware they can break AGAIN 
into bomb piles of homeless brick
and
they know
and 
touch ( aware and worried ) others in their baby stages
with heroic tolerance / owl wisdom

and
they
are
the
breakdown saints - tell us by our bottomless eyes

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FUCKTOWNS BELLY

day has opened its windows
and
pulled
the
nights
walls down 

melted them into water

water is on the lawn with long shadows
and
is
cried
over
the
cool
cars
in shining baubles - run into rivers 
over bonnets and bumpers
as the workers fire their pistons
and
move into gear

the sky is uniform grey
like a used dish rag
or
gods
sick
turned
back
in a garbage shirt old as time

the day has rotten teeth
men
in
hi-vis
drill the cavities out
their
machines
echo
off
quiet bungalow walls

fucktowns belly bellows van motors
and mutters outside the paper shop
subdued sirens creep thru trimmed bushes

urgent but no too urgent

fucktowns belly
belches
like deep currents out in the brown river

fucktown eating us with its rotten teeth
eating
our
high street wanders
and
drs appointments
our estate agent window perusals 

deep in fucktowns belly 
it mashes us up 
into
tonights
new
adobe 
walls

from lawnsmith.co.uk

PEOPLE -

rescue your exiled wonder
from
the
glass prism of opinion faces 
and diode creations
and
look
with
it
on
the crazy reaching trees
and
the mad half parts of worms
and
see
the black belts we buckled Mother with
and
the
folding window walls we raised 
to tease Her with us and us with Her
and
to
keep
Her warm soil hands off our ignored origins
so
we
might
pretend
to
be
more

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