UNFILED 2022 FIELD REPORTAGE 1

dawn is a pensive onion

keening

its

yellow voodoo
around

my
sick horses

no-go stable hay

& today

is like homework 

on the morning bus

wet drawings

of

balls & dicks

&

arrows & hearts

finger smeared

on steamed-up window glass

HELLO WORLD

when every morning

i go to the window

& i draw the curtains

& i rest my hands on the sill

& i see the houses there

& their cars calmly grazing

i look it all in its glass eyes

& say

hello world

the lack of applause
always disappoints

SKY POP No 118

the endless & uncracked cloud

over me

the window

& home

is a grey lid
an un-popped seal

keeping the spring boxfresh

in januarys 

infinite
cul de sac 

of the soul

HEAVEN IN A MORNING NUTSHELL

a slow piano song
with a hook just for you
comes from the postmans radio

& the sun comes out
you didnt expect that
mind on something else

& it casts ghost lines
out the vanishing points
of the bushes gentle spaces

& they flicker
like a movie laser
in the atmospheres dust & vapour

you only sat 

on a simple chair

by an open streetside window

& you didnt expect this

not this heaven 

here in a morning nutshell

FRAG 3

the windolened 

window smears 

are exposed 

in the naked & nothing noon

on the

window panes

of the

waiting room

at the drs

yesterday

like under a microscope

or steamed out with superglue 

on the forensic tv show

another palm print record 

of another killer joe

RITICULATED NOSTALGIA

DAWN FLASHBACKS

dawn
was hot boiled eggs
was an ersatz citrus shower*

dawn
was all the flashbacks
the above entail

& they would crowd me
like inside a kaleidoscope
on my way to work
hangover in my backpack
wheels in the wet
memories on tap

on tap ? dam burst !

~

*SHOWER PRODUCT FLASHBACK

the school organised
work experience
bus journey
to
the
dead dead office**
of drawing boards
& resentment
& nose hair
& silence the radio could not cut
& that ammonia copier
in the windowless room
downstairs away from them

(& lunch in the murky mall
 bench outside Our Price
 everyone buying
 Superdrug hair gels

 & Pet Shop Boys lps
 & shrieking at fashion)

~

**DEAD OFFICE FLASHBACK

sat on the carpet
after spam & beans

& kids lunchtime TV
shows Playschool

going thru the round window

or thru the square window

to
show
me
the factories & the working farms
&
the
grey grey grey
of it all
when i was four

BETTER ATTITUDE TOMORROW BILL

i heard
the window cleaner

calling handsfree 

saying 

if i dont come home today
i'm in prison for killing bill -

hes acting like its his OWN jubilee

bill arrived in a rattle of ladders

bill heard this 

bill left in a rattle of ladders

better attitude tomorrow eh bill ?

BALLAD OF A CURTAIN TWITCHER, THEY VANISH WHEN OBSERVED

  when 

  theres 

  laughing
& theres talking
& its getting closer
& its getting louder
& youre looking 

& youre peeping
& youre watching 

& youre peering
  out the window 

  into the street

  but theres silence

  no one is there

DELIRIUM TAPAS VOL7

left behind

yep left behind

i miss even the people i never knew

so - left behind

by what ? by peers ? time ?

the boat you never wanted that never came ?

the window you couldnt wouldnt open ?


~


man - you left you behind

dude - you stuck those heels IN

& cried for yourself in the great unravelling

opportunity rendered invisible

on that blinkered peripheral shore

SHOPTART

TV IS THIN GRUEL

four 
rooms

a hallway

the sun would have me
clean the windows

bad 
ink
climbs
the
morning

supplements fall down the pm

tv is thin gruel
and thru it all
the cat holds my hand

love is here

more
on
the
way

from recipetips.com

FOREVER CAT

the cat
is soft & warm & here

fur hot
from the winter sun
coming in the front room window

the feel of it
it takes me somewhere

& i bury my face
into his coat

and go there

for
all
the
times
when
i
wont
be
able
to
anymore

from dailyexpress.co.uk

A DREAM TO THE TUNE OF A SONG

i look in thru the windows
i look inside the door

everyone in there is playing god
on a ps4

i am falling asleep at the rendezvous
falling asleep on the floor

when i wake my belly is swollen
ribbed and ripped and ready for war

and the crabs are calling for passports
calling for their own custard creams

there is benzedrine in the breakfast potion
its washing my mind out clean

and in this dream i am suffocating
doesnt matter what i have seen

open another box says homer
doesnt matter where theyve been

from inceptionradionetwork.com

SKY, ANXIETY AND TELEPHONES

the sky is a grey i would call dishcloth
is calling the sky dishcloth fair ?

it is the SKY

the sky is blank canvas
the sky is lead  or leaden
the sky is an unmade movie
a child  also unmade
a clean sheet  dawn made the bed

there you go  better ?

anyway my anxiety finds a target
magnifies blemishes to the moon

who are you ?  it says
is this enough ?
what is enough ?
what are you doing  with life  today ?

it tells me i been mean to the sky

it laughs at my nascent plastic zen

~

the postman has nothing for me today
he is missing a front tooth  he always has a smile

anyway i am not dressed

i was interviewed to be a postie
they seemed unsure that i could get up early
they explained a posties bag gets lighter as the round goes on

it was weird  i didnt get the job 

theres nothing new for me to see out the window
number 4s new lantern is old hat now
number 2s detritus is static

always the red berry bush tho
full of brids
full of bees
spiders live deep inside

there is no one to look in and see me in the window

or there is

dog walkers
school runners
an anoraked active oldster with a purple plastic bag

no one looks in tho  i would  i do  if i am out

look in in the sweet spot  

early dusk
dark enough for living room lights
light enough out for curtains to be left wide

see the tvs on the chimney breast
blue light on faces

~

so my anxiety finds a target
a limpet on a forgotten carbunkle
act now  it says  or tomorrow is under threat

so today i am worried about battery leaks
its acid you know  alien blood
inside those little magic sealed tubes
inside those flat black slabs with a sticker on and gold teeth

i got a box of old mobile phones down there under those hardbacks  
theres memories of the streets in there

they got batteries

try explaining this tech abundance to an older generation
its upside down economics nan
i dont know what to do about that

the third world mined my superconductors with their hands
i dont know what to do about that either

i open this box
i take the batteries out the phones

i am worried about leaks you see

theres tobacco smoke words and old old plans behind the keypads
yesteryears anxiety on a circuit board

i go round the house taking the batteries out of everything
i put them in a freezer bag in a drawer in the back porch

i am worried about leaks you see

i leave the smoke alarm alone  duh
i leave the tv remote alone too  double duh
i leave them in the stereo remote too  mega duh

i even make it into the loft
dusty shapes of forgotten kipple loom in there

i can see outside thru bad masonry
i can see out the small window
useless and mysterious from the street i can see thru the bathroom extractor
see down to where we bath

i take the battery from an old camcorder
i ignore the tapes
fuck hell yes i ignore the tapes 

i sweat in the dry dust
anxiety has a lot to say

i know there is an old laptop up here
its got a skeletor sticker on it
its got a desert eagle sticker on it
i wrote a bad novel on it

i can picture it but i dont find it

and oh my god theres so much stuff up here !
i put that on the back burner with herculean effort

i sweat more in the dry dust

its like visiting my own back brain up here

~

anyway this box of mobile phones is memories of the streets

i hold one
a wap phone  remember wap phones ?

wap  wap  wap

a quick phone memory  more another time - 

it is the motorola i used when i had absinthe for lunch in hyde park
it was my birthday
we had no food

i remember office workers were coming out for lunch
they were getting their legs out for the sun

~

i remember how when mobiles were new or when i caught up and got one
i remember i would only use mine in a phone box  

ha

i would only use it in the rusty smell of old piss and fags
this made sense to me then
it was like it was some kind of progress protest

i would walk in the street with it ringing . . .

i remember there was that rich kid at college  
red soft top sport car  car phone  1989? 
twat we said twat 

that sentiment was universal then 

i remember my first glastonbury  1992/3?
i remember it was like a mad max barter town
i remember the beastie boys were on the friday night
i remember everyone who had a mobile ring there was RIDICULED  

that sentiment was universal then
  
i remember i left my blackberry at home once  20??
i went into town without it
i thought it would be fine 
it was bullshit  

just bullshit

you dont realise
you dont have the old network 
you dont have the old habits 

phone boxes now got the coin slot welded shut  
phone boxes assume you want to make an international call

just bullshit

~

i remember a burst of new phone boxes
it was like a rash  199?

i remember they appeared outside the macdonalds and seven-eleven
out where that girl bit that other girls ear off
trail of blood there for a week

i remember there was a whole paved square full of them
phone boxes  not ears  

they were all painted different colours  
they were all owned by different companies  
they were all different shapes and sizes
they came up out the high street blockpaving overnight  

some were internet phone boxes  

it was weird 
they all disappeared as quick as they came

it was some kind of deregulation ejaculation
no on else seems to remember this

anyway i done my bit to prevent battery leaks for now

~

loft . . . whispers anxiety 

from btphonecardcollection.co.uk

ANOTHER PAIR OF POPS

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WAITING FOR THE PHONE I WRITE 15 POEMS ALL THE SAME, THIS IS ONE

 waiting for the phone to ring

 waiting for the phone to ring

   i have  no appetite
  my  coffee is cold

  the birds out the window
   play on  the
    red berry bush

    i feel like i am in amber
   or
     an egg

 waiting  for 

 the  phone

 to  ring

from freeiconspng

SMALL WORLD

one neighbour
has exotic palm trees
impeccably tended

another
grows award winning sun flowers
ten
feet
tall

at number 6
lives
a
mathematical genius

and on the phone
i got Ronnie Barkers
old
assistant
surgeon

sometimes
staying in by the window
is
enough
world
for
me

from www.porridge.org.uk

M - A QUADROPOP

me
her
the cat

stretched out 
on 
cushions and rugs

a peaceful soul sandwich
fresh
&
full

even
a
quiet
dribble
of
easy jazz
would be TOO much

-

out the
window
two clouds 
dont move

maybe they watch us

and
the limbs and fingers 
of climbing plants
are
still as cracks in cement

-

only
my
eyes
move

frightened to disturb
the fragile bones

i
musnt 
let on 
that ive 

NOTICED 

-

i will 
file this 
afternoon 
under M

for

Miracle

Moment

&

Monomania Mandala Movie

mandala of the six chakravartins from en.wikipedia.org