Showing posts with label water. Show all posts
Showing posts with label water. Show all posts

Tuesday, 22 September 2026

& CORACLES & COCA COLA CAPS & CRAB & KRAKEN & COD





up in the
 nature 
of the landfill reserve
the thames only seems 
a lofted fingertip away

& i think about
how the water 
is 
touching ALL the beaches 
crumbling cliffs & seas*

i stand in landlubbed awe
& sane in my fear 
as i feel 
the unbelievable mass of water 

  WATER 

pull me like a moon








* see title



Monday, 29 July 2024

NIGHT WATER POOLS




in the morning
the coffee is there
& then the garden is there

night water is pooling
on the all-weather chairs

& the cat
hes glowing godlike
on a sun drenched bench

~

& the birds all call out
from their soft cloisters
of greens & teal & red & blooms

& the shadows 
of the leaves 
& the spaces between
are painted in 
just right







Sunday, 31 December 2023

NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS ETC PT 2



healthy better choices

scroll UP

colours

make preparations

be still

with limited supply
  decrease demand

free then deploy
  nanbots

be me more

water . . .
  a deity ?

smile in the mist






Tuesday, 28 November 2023

FEW CHOSEN WORDS




dont complain
&
dont explain

react as water reacts
as much & no more
than physics decides

thatll keep the mob guessing
& add power
to your few chosen words

as the pixel crowd
turns blue
in kneejerk
meat fart
expression









Monday, 18 September 2023

GONE GREYSCALE & COOL




heavy loss when

the orange & saffron
electric blue
starburst sunset
streaking like a laser show
over six miles
of vanishing point
water & waves

is over

the candy floss clouds 
gone greyscale & cool

 








Thursday, 13 July 2023

SHIPS OF WATER




built of water
they sail on air

a soft armada
blue miles away

colour of cotton
out a bathroom bin

transmitting mystery
with somewhere else to be










Thursday, 18 November 2021

THE FALL GUY KNEW


 


impossible 
to overstate
the benefits

of moving water & outside air

three hours by a stream
in orchard shade

~

or like the fall guy

bath tub outside
his forest shack

a cigar
hat on low
tv-big foam

soaking away the pain







photo - Cluster Pine from the Dagenham Archive



Saturday, 1 May 2021

FOUND LIST 7

 


passport

hide

make own wallet

edit atlantic (?)

gift ideas

call re water

UC & STE

blank cards

postman anecdote

do not buy anything

funeral questions & body donation

wash hats






photo Red #118 from the Dagenham Archive

Wednesday, 28 April 2021

DREAM FUDGE POP DYLAN

 


the point of your brother
is to be not like you

bob dylan says to me

hes in his albert hall suit
hair nashville skyline short
&
he runs the bath taps
&
he stops the bath taps
&
he repeats this rhythmically

giving the plug hole
his interview stink eye

in the border town motel bathroom
we had crossed the manson desert to see


~


i dont think
theres water
here to spare
but

theres feedback sneers
on the dusty wind
coming in the open window

the thin curtain a wagging skein rag

so i keep my voyeur counsel
as bob is sprouting 
a blonde on blonde bouffant 


~


i dream-think i know i am dreaming

&
it takes the bite
out the ache of the cool

&
the dont-look-back backstage clash
of the zeitgeist invention tension









photo - Speed #54 from the Dagenham Archive



Thursday, 22 April 2021

WE USED TO RHYME / RUBY ASHES AND THE WONDERMINDS




we lay like lushingtons
beneath rubys crown of splinters
& roses from summer slumber
turned her lips to frozen winters

the summer & its rain
combined her cool choices
& sang sweet sad disdain
on the earths breath & voices

despite the fire & the air
her body holds only water
we are landmass lost in mist
with autumns only daughter

the white peaks of winter
mock summers muggy troughs
one is in the others hand
promising spring & loss

in the day & the night
the wonderminds call it out
louder than the fifth angel
in the sunshine & the dark


~


theres burning & a glow
the fickle flicker of flame
theres two faces on fire
ruby ashes is her name

the only difference
between the love & the pain
is one is the other
& the other is the same

in the first taste & the last
bump bump hearts beat the same
mouths dry with nervous ashes
as our wonderminds go insane

the only difference
between her land & our sea
is our air & her water
are where each other should be

our handling of the meat
& our touching of the soul
will live forever together
if ruby ashes forgets her role


~


the only difference
between our love & our pain
is it hurts to be in love
& love loves to breed in pain

the last stab & first loss
bump bump hearts still pump the same
tears wet on rubys lashes
yes our wonderminds gone insane

ruby claims perfection
so we prove her perversion
& if we knew her soul & shoes
we would treat her with aversion

slowed & agitated
needing ruby to come to us
& with doubt but in memory
ruby comes without much fuss

she invades to surrender
red carpet of red ashes
a surprise night for our shoes
before bloody dawn crashes


~


close rubys heavy calm
is an eye away like anger
seems to be soothing our pain
but she moves like stranger

the wonderminds are looming
over ruby whos believing
in myxomatosis & acid rain
& the lives no ones leading

unaware of our power
smiles sabotage success
its mean & its tolerant
to dance with worry in our breast

so the blood & the sun
ruby ashes tastes them both
we stumble & fall on feet of brass
fathers undead son is the heavenly ghost

sounding to the depths of hell
rubys music rises to deaf gods
mans neat & portable ideas
are written with flame in the floods


~


ruby ashes has the keys
to both our life & our death
'i am the first & the last'
ruby ashes smiling said

ruby is the people
& her wisdom dies with her
upright man laughs in scorn
at the east wind blows inside her

ruby ashes gone now
& we take a long lone walk
down the empty corridor
time used to fill with talk

the skirting & a plug
mock wonderminds from below
for ruby has gone out now
leaving us stranger & low

pressure of modern life
& the fiction of abstention
is power to rubys teaching
then theres the bromide connection


~


& demon bromide comes
angry when we drink the coin
our laughter & our screaming
demon bromide binds into one

& if she takes our arm
her fingers sound the alarm
because ours is the danger
& ruby has bromide calm

& her hands & her hair
tangle up wonderminds in fear
for ruby is with bromide
& they know that we are here

& monsters from the sea
count their horns in disbelief
take bromide to the blue depths
leaving ruby free to speak

but wonderminds are insane
rubys lost the angles
& touches our naked brains instead
with cancer & sweet angels






photo Tech & Trees #4 from the Dagenham Archive






Wednesday, 31 March 2021

MORNING POP



i 
wake 
in 
that
familiar fugly unfunk

sickness rebooted
&
dream fringes lurking -

baby in a matchbox / a car came thru the wall

lets leave that there

~
 
a Box of Rain is dancing in my ears
& 
again

once i made it there

i thank o holy whofuckingever
for shower technology
for water itself

&
the thick black coffee
waiting by the glass typer

hoping my fingers
will talk to
my mind today







photo Coffee Again from the Dagenham Archive




Friday, 21 August 2020

SUPERMARKET CAFE OBS




supermarket cafe
  &
i am kinda hiding 
  &
i am kinda disguised
  &
i take my place at the window

  & 
the museum feeling creeps in
like dusk creeps in
  in 
  winters 
  turgid 
  pm
  fail

  & summers under-rug dust is free
to cataract the daytime tv


~


they follow their kipple carts
out down the hatchback rows

trapped in fashion
    &
the madness of ads

new bucket
old water
happy new year

bogofs
keeping
revolution
at bay

& like i said before
i am so full with memories
i am bursting like a child






More than 3,000 shopping trolleys dumped in rivers every year ...

from telegraph.com.uk




Tuesday, 14 July 2020

FROM A CEMETERY BENCH





in the earth
this marsh-close clay

the dead lay
some not even bones now

tucked away
&
love broken

headstones have little to say
but

the fallen berries
tucked 
in
lacquered crevices

make a playful squirrels day


~


it comes back to this -

scratch
the blank
wide open

&
be as water
with the ink

bent & coping on the cemetery bench

every 
laughing
groundhog day





Yes, Giant Technicolor Squirrels Actually Roam the Forests of ...

from smithsonianmag.com


Monday, 26 March 2018

A MONDAY MORNING IN THE WORLD




1. DIDN'T DIE AGAIN

everything 
is an 
ugly pile
to 
retarded morning eyes

we did not die 
in the nights 
short dark surrender

a day is reissued
from 
out the 
backlog queue



2. HICCUPS

left arm aloft
and
three pints of water
makes 
me
sick

water
comes up
still cold

i disgust me

hiccups gone



3. FILIGREE SARCOPHAGI

i sit with the toilet

lid up

not knowing what to do

so we reminisce

good times & bad times

waiting
for dawns
brief heaven
to
light
the
cobwebs into filigree

and the bath
into
sarcophagi 




Image result for sarcophagi bath

from britishmuseum.org

Tuesday, 16 January 2018

HARDLY BOXFRESH




new year then
its hardly 
boxfresh 

the postman brings
folded fragments 
of the future

potted
pamphlets
from the past

~

new year then

so soon
its like an old sock

same old card game
same old hand 

come on spring come on
your distance disturbs

afternoon patio
birdsong in the sun

~

and that 
last night
of a
gone year
used
to be
nostalgia 
unbearable

used 
to be 
fletch on 
bbc2 
00.10 jan 1st

dregs of drugs
take till dawn

~

and the 
night time bath 
i draw 
these n/y/e days

could be the same water 

as lemmys
last jd ice





Image result for fletch

pic from ebay.co.uk

Monday, 27 November 2017

THREE WATER POPS



my mirror
is
broken water
in
the
gone
of
the hospital lights

~

the mornings
nevertime
has
the 
daily instructions there in the glass

and
i
feel
like
an
automaton
in
supermarket fancy dress

on a stony beach
with a 99 i cant eat

in english rain

~

and if i used to wear all blue

well
whats
it
to
you ?

i used to pretend
i
was
the
sea





Image result for southend beach

from tripadvisor.co.uk