SEASONAL OLFACTION EVOCATION

out 

of 

the
springwinters
struggling egg
comes muggy june

& 

again my nose tells 

my brain all about

the sigh of morning weed
on the bacon roll breeze

& the pagan steampunk

costume raffle
of a barter town night

TOURIST AD DUH

once
i forgot spain

weed on fire
sunny pm
beta band on

in 
an 
a13 
tailback chav-rush 
to the pissy coast

a 
sprouting 
hysterical
billboard 
announces SPAIN

all big & massive
all red & yellow

whats a fucking SPAIN ? 

i said

~

sorry dali

apologies lorca

forgive me zubiri

but once
i forgot spain

&
i ask forgiveness
from 
all 
the incredible animals
under iron city bridges 
everywhere

from fsgworkinprogress.com

TIME WAS- VICTORIOUS WE GAS DOWN

after 
a mcjob show trial
in the dust factory
or
a dole days 
long hot
ennui probation

we
pile
into
a
suburban 
boho
bungalow
bedroom

and gas down

our funky lexicon
getting loud

~

we
get weed stupid

lift the veil
forget the day

and
go
march 
up the 
weird sane street

l
  a  u    i
      g h     g
            n    

at sign posts

looking only for time
in
englands great estate 
rubble
heap

~

only the clouds !
i declare
only the clouds
hint gods still playing !

we
are
a Feckless of Stoners
a Puff Pod
a Cash Only Hash Mash
bottle openers on all our keys

out
for
wine at 9

~

oh the horror 
of the bottle shop

the damn fluorescents

such indecent order

all the faces
running wax

accelerated blinks
my hands all thumbs
everythings booby trapped

day-sick bunnies 
in the 
straight headlights

of
consumerisms
incandescent
candy coloured
circus

and
it
makes
the
cool sweet air 
of
street side nothing

w o n d e r f u l

as cold sweat dries

~

fresh cigarette foil
balled and flicked

match sulphur
under street lights

swiss army corkscrew
deployed
on the heavy reds

we show the punt
to the early moon

a fist in the face
of the weekday dusk

victorious
delirious

high on our sugar mountain

we
gas down

from bigbible.org.uk

MOANOLOGY 2

i got too many computers.  
dont know HOW i got so many computers.
i been GIVING them away.

try telling that to a ten year old me as he watched in horror and awe at S***** P**** kicking his vic20 to death on the school yard concrete.  
that was 198? - deep in teacher strikes and the schools on fire ! grey smoke damaged text books to learn about crop rotation and the War of Some Roses for the rest of our school sentence.

you HAVE to go too.  
dont you ?  
illegal not too.  
but after ?  
not allowed in AT ALL.  
i'd love to go sit at those crummy desks.  
walk those halls.  
remembering.  
and feeling relief its all over.

i did once.  
after the pub.  
we hoped a fence.  
walked round the buildings.  
tried a window.  
unlocked.  
we climbed in.  
sat in our old seats as best we could remember them.  
had a nose up the corridor.  
them left and went to smoke weed on the hockey pitch.

silent alarm wasnt there ?

see blue lights flashing off concrete walls.  
torches swinging round the blocks.  
we went off the hockey pitch to the hedgerows next to the farmland. crouched down.  
watching.  
SO pleased we'd left. 
and not sauntered deeper in.

cant go back.

anyway.  
computers.  
i use them but still i get a cramp up my back stairs that i have to WRITE out with pencils and paper.

stationary.  
it even smells good.

and the best place to keep books is the bathroom.  
did you know that ?  
stops them drying out and the glue going dry and yellow and wrong like all my old Bond paperbacks.

from www.thebookbond.com

SPORTS ARE GREEN (IF ROLLERBALL WAS REAL I'D FOLLOW IT)

saturday football in the pub

id go for the drinks
and
sink
into
a
dark bubble

i never Got It back then
all
the
Go Reds & Go Blues

and
i
got
no
laughs saying

  if only theyd work TOGETHER
  theyd score more goals that way

but
it
WAS
green

like the snooker
id
watch
and

  d r i f t

the next day

taming my hangover with
bottled
beer
and
green
weed

from www.pintrest.com

PIGGIN AWFUL BURGER - A MEMORY POP

  when 
my grade C army boots
first touched German soil
it
was
German car park black top
and
i
emptied 
out
a
long dark stream of beer piss
next 
to
a night coach from London
full
of sleeping Pink Floyd fans 

and the sad gas station
vending machine burger
i 
had in the dirty dawn
was
the
most
pigging awful burger 
i ever had ever

we drove to the Hockenheim F1 Ring 
where
i 
drank 100 tins of Jim Beam and cola 
met some US GIs after acid
when i was badly roasting for some weed
and
secretly i wept a little
from exhaustion and truth
when 
the
band
played
One Of These Days

 

 from setlist.fm

GOODBYE HOSPITAL 2

goodbye cheap steam kitchens -
morning lager held in cooking fists / half hidden
by 
the 
back fridges open doors

goodbye free miniature cheese
and
loaves of bread / stolen / gifted
and
individual wrapped butters
laid
on the toaster top 
to 
soften

goodbye chief exec / ALWAYS dressed for tv
canteen women kissing your arse
pouring
your
daily
tall latte with the extra shot 
ahead
of
us thirsty dweebs

goodbye to the quiet offices
where
i
hid / suffered Twilight plot explanations
from
grown up teddy bear collectors

goodbye jr drs
smoking weed behind the compactor
and
outside the gas store / only laughed
when
i
found them - OBVIOUSLY i was no threat

goodbye crazy blonde
and
her
ridiculous insomnia recommendation;
Cover Your Bedroom Walls With Porn
she 
said
and 
went bright red

goodbye surgeons comp deliveries
of
Rollercoaster whisky
and
xmas baskets of stink cheese 
and 
potted preserves

goodbye loons in the back building
only let me pass
if
they
touch
my
shoulder / call me a clever proffesor 
and
tell me i'll never leave

goodbye mental block staff
careless / gone native
patient
escapes
past me buzzed-in thru secure door -
no
one
lifts
a
finger / another car park casualty
run
down
during feeble escape

goodbye top floor electroshock rooms
with
airlock entrances / big orderlies - bouncers
jangling keys
to
the
sound of wednesday morning screams

goodbye to the cakes
baked by the pathology guy
between
breakdowns / always such a mess
jumpers
loose
and
trailing wool

goodbye unlocked medicine cabinets
goodbye dihydracodeine
generic valiums / sleepy downers
and
huge tramadol / laid out like xmas
for
a
rummage

goodbye security clampdown
all medicine room doors
dressed with digilocks -
moody Sisters
keep
codes
behind desks / suspicious eyes
on
my
tired face

goodbye cleaners
mops held high / flags in battle
or 
going on and on and on
about
the football pools ticket in '52 / winner
but
left
in some glove box too late

goodbye porter
who
moonlights as a clown / tells me about
his clown face / his authentic red nose
from
the
USA / caught drunk sleeping on site
mutters 
to
himself in lifts
entirely
without
humour

goodbye ice queens
drama queens
soap queens
impressionable climbers
buying
shiny white beemers on consultant endorsement

goodbye me
humour so dry / indistinguisible from ignorance
browsing ebay 
with 
feet up / sandwich toaster on
or
sitting on the smoking bench
where
green dressed ambulance crews
chuck
bricks
at the rats
or
console bereaved / eyes full of empathy tears -
i'd
smoke
in
silence / respect for dead
in
five
min
breaks 

 from specialist whisky.com

LIKE A TITANIC DREAM (199?)

the bar had a fake front

someones idea
of
a
Mediterranean bistro 

plastic palms on a pretend street
chipped plaster, all that

buried
deep
in
the
sunless
mall

i drank there 
before
my 
shift - screwdrivers / lots of ice

and i had a vision

all the shoppers were dead - walking dead

nothing
but
an
old
memory - like watching newsreel footage
of
a
gone
age - the Titanic ballroom / dancing before drowning

i drank
i was a cipher in denim

my
role
was
observer and it chilled me inside

it was dark / nearly night
the
winter
outside
like
a
limbo void

i finished my drink / swallowed my fear
and
walked
between the bodies and their square shopping bags

sick
inside

careful not to let anyone touch me in the crowd

what 
might 
happen
if our plasma met ?

i
went
to
work - the hardest thing i ever done

i clocked in
put rum in my coffee and waited for the midnight break
to
smoke
weed
in
the
service road watching shadow thin foxes
tear
open
abandoned
brown paper fast food bags
on
the
icy sparkle
of the empty car parks black top

all
of
us
running
out the night clock
till
we'd drive to the truckers diner
for
cold
beer
with
hot breakfast

a hot breakfast and a warm dawn
i
hoped
would
take
the ghost chill from my bones

from zombie uppercut.com

199?

i'd have drowned persistent nagging guilt
every sunset
    and
cashed a dole check
    in the 
Saturday afternoon post office 
    with 
brown package dweebs and pension crumblies
    feeling
    all
    out
    of
horrible place and awful time
    or
have part-time warehouse wages
    in 
    a
brown envelope with a clear window 
    so 
    you 
    can 
    see
the shiny coins and crisp notes 

either way - money buttoned up
    in
    my
army surplus pockets
    with
cinema tickets and bus tickets and cigarette papers
    and
        god
            knows
what else - was a pocket hoarder then

slice of bread

slate hash pipe

    nothing 
    was a surprise in there anymore
    and
always
    a
walkman
with a tape of 
Mind    Expanding    Rock
    
    then
i'd burn a quick j in the empty street
    before
    the
train into town packed with day-off theatre couples
over dressed and feeling it
    and 
burn one walking to the Tower Hill tube
    past
early clock-off commuters and hungry late-lunch hunters
    and
tourists flocking round the Novotel 
    or
climbing off coaches with European plates
    and 
burn another somewhere not that discreet at all
    in 
Charing Cross or Victoria
    before

            HIGH

i'd ride old wooden carriages with dead-cushion benches 
    and 
sliding doors to the corridor 
reminded me of b & w films
    where 
men in macs smoke filter-less fags
    hats
        tipped
            back
on their heads and i'd roll
    out
    of
    South London
    into
    the
    green
rolling hills of Kent on some dirty adventure 
    
    headphones 
        playing

Mind    Expanding    Rock    
    
    a soundtrack
    to
    my

paranoia

    and
back then this gave me an Edge
i THOUGHT this gave me an Edge
    and
my Drinking

well, that was POLITICAL

from ehsankhosbackht.blogspot