MEMORIAL BURN

charred card

    from her memorial burn

blows about

    the heat wave garden

~

its goodbye

    if goodbye is goodbye

in fire

   

    & wine & cigs

ABOUT FLAGS

when 

i 

saw 

them

i called my red flags
wine overflow

& necessary blood

& green flags
just more ego juice
for the hero gravy

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

IDIOT MOON REDUX

full moon 
massive & unreal
conquers all the night

she
owns

our

whole

black

sky

looking right in right at me

front door 3 am

she
looks
like
a
fullstop
tonight

~

neighbours hatchbacks are all silver

hedges are all black

one shining cat is frozen still

~

i am unsleeping

full of wine

nothing

to

do

but stare 
up deep 
into the exiled white eye

sick with loneliness & age

trying

to

decode

its asking question
its obvious sentence
&
its silent might

from astronomy.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

PICASA MADRIGALS, YING YANG & BREAKFAST WINE

LOST IN TOWN

  the 
  estate 
closed around us 
like a fist with the night
our wine in carriers
clinking
like
warning bells

  the 
  street empty as curfew

  boarded-up boozer
singing / screaming echoing inside
  
  made up
    our
      minds

cutting short a nervous street piss
we backtracked carefully
texting
GOT LOST / BAILING / APOLOGIES

  eyes
  on
the train line above us
the distant towers of town
  and
  on
  our
  6

from theguardian.com

LAST DRINK 3 / HERBAL BREWS SMILE WEAKLY AT ME

early autumn
and
the cat
was
on
some
cheap
food
that made his shit stink bad

i bought two bottles of alcohol free wine
that
was
light
and
fruity
and
empty
and
sad

it laughed at me
and
i
poured
it
away
and
lined
up
herbal teas instead

TIME WAS

  and
i would stumble outdoors
onto the day glare edge
  looking
  for
wine and steak / paranoid tv thrillers / scotch and ice

  and
  i
  called the world a no-no
  was
  mean / my heart a no-show
 
  listening
  to
rock music from that delicious turning point
  that
  was
  1965 

 from rock-music-on-sale.blogspot.com