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Showing posts with label watch. Show all posts
Monday, 10 August 2026
Monday, 22 May 2023
Friday, 15 January 2021
THE SHITTING FORECAST
i eat shit
& watch shit
i bite my anger down
i do shit
& sleep shit
my dentist warns me off
~
i compact my irritation
to diamond density
hoping for a facet glow
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Friday, 3 May 2019
2 POPS
DEPARTMENT OF HEALTH
maybe just maybe
i am more normal
than i know
i say out loud
to the snoring cat
poking my shit
with a pencil
catty catty
come see the consistency
&
call the department of health
REAL TIME UPDATES
the
watch
is
an
arrogant
little
machine
it will mock your efforts
if you let it
strap it to your body
&
its victorian wheels
tell you
exactly
how
far
into the
future
you are
travelling

from watchuseek.com
Wednesday, 10 April 2019
2 MORE HOME POPS
SPRINGWINTER
bare foot
on the
back lawn
the energy
feels
weird
in this springwinter
outdoors
is
like
under
the thunder carpet
all waiting
for a boom
RIND IN A KITCHEN SINK
poem came
last night
a puffer fish ether mumble
inflatable castle
back brain inaccessible
too milky weak
for
this
pragmatic & robust
grey
wall
dawn

from thelife-animal.blogspot.com
Friday, 20 July 2018
HELPLESS
oil prices rise
or falter - whatever
papers are filed
always - set your watch by them
and his coffee gets cold
and he needs to piss bad
thinks
it
gives
him
an
edge - the tiny-world weirdo
and hes
helpless
helpless
helpless
on this dirty jem spiral
whirling and twisting
thru
s p a c e
to
r
w e e ?
h

from lauramaligne.deviantart.com
Friday, 25 May 2018
SPAM SHOW
them-
feeding
their
time
into
the
memory
blender
me-
watches
from
the
other
side
of
the
farm
you-
read
a
hundred
meanings
or
none
us-
haunted
spam
show
with
no
good
ending

from youtube.com
Tuesday, 3 April 2018
POPEYE DOYLE
that hat
5 shot
model 36
down
his
sock
hes marked with a paper fish
~
attitude
at
a
shit
desk
watches beach volleyball
ice cream
a girl
that hat
~
cheap shirt
sleeve up
like a pavlov dog
that hat gone
~
hes flying
ex-pat
arm track
old lady
lifts his watch
~
baseball re-enactment
with his food
in
a
cold turkey cell
booze cup
on sink
~
that doorstep tile
hotel tanger
phone box call
revenge arson
hes exploding
~
and
again
one gunshot
before
cut to black
pic from bighairplasticgrass.com
Thursday, 14 December 2017
WAVING THE BUSES PAST
i
dont
move
now
how
i
used
to
i used to dance
with the heavy stock
in a warehouse ballet
tipping
endless
trucks
in
the
hurricane storm theatre
of
a
night shifts
dense AM
service road
fox parade
~
now i drag myself now
gimpy
lame
along the evacuated
daytime streets
to the
bus stop benches
where i fold up
and wheeze
on the downlow
so no one knows
waving the buses pass
i only want outdoor air
and a glimpse
of
the
streetside
and
the
flashbacks
i left there
~
and
i
feel
like
an
office-busted pensioner feels
in their
last outdoor
dog walking days
ankles wired
to the antiques roadshow
and
the
easy chair tune
but i dont wear
their beige uniform
i will never wear
that beige uniform
~
and
i
feel
like
i
been
eaten
up
by
the early chapters
proposition and drama
and
am
a
shadow of a subplot
in danger of
heavy editing
~
so
i
quietly go about
my essential work
in
the
morning pockets
filing the reports
and
writing the footnotes
under
the
cotton mist
but plotting
a
steppenwolf redemption
and planning
a
war with the machines
in
a
geriaction
sequel
coda

clumber park cricket ground bus stop from bbc.co.uk
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