BICYCLE CARCASS

the street sweeper
is old as fortitude & roses
& dismounts her machine steed
& smokes & swears & stresses
over
another
mountain bike carcass
abandoned
in the precinct fountains
scuzzy puddle bed

~

i viddy her slog

from a bench outside Boots

wings in the tree

rats down the cracks

Costa cubby belching

steam punk sounds

REALITY PROPS

gore on the green lawn

feathers on the garden walk

haikus in red dawn

~

his face is a mountain

the night is screaming

all conversations 

are clipped like wings

~

& the emptiness of right now

is punched out 

on the quiet carpet

of a weekday morning fume

THE NAVY WAY

 

the eye level fire
of the winter dawn

will make relief art

of the ripped tarmac 

on the deteriorating road

i walk down thinking

of 

earth & light

sun & wings

& all the different versions

of the navy way

ALTERNATE REALITY

other countries-

that delightful overseas

buddha chic
&
real geek

equal near as dammit

   a real
  alternate 
   reality

~

air different
   but
works the same

green with envy
   is
yellow with envy

different fingers 
form
newtown semaphore

etiquette is 
a foregone loss-

quicksand of manners 
& 
doffed tails

your dream scenario 
hijacked
at baggage carousel

~

where 
do we
really go

when we go

insulated between 
those rocket wings

both feet
off a cliff

up up up
over the soft cloud floor ?

by alex andreyev from trendhunter.com

AIRPORT HAIKU

STREETSIDE GUMBO

    i am
streetside 

strolling under the skys boots

i see a hedge
i think thats green
see cement
think that used to be a hedge

and who are these people
out
in the naked day ?
i think shouldnt they be working 
and the streets my vacant river ?

theres old men in beige sepia
like dressed for the dirt of the grave
i am in shades of prison greys
a smudge of newsprint / a social comment
vague
and
changeable
about
it
all

theres an alley
i think wheres my alley ?
i got block paving
the rain runs from
and a lush triangle of yard

and the sky is like its a hole now
fallen open above me
unsafe like a danehole
and
i worry now
that 
i might grow wings

the ground is locked
all entrances disguised
with
root vegetable distractions
the daft unbearable light of flowers
and
immovable solid moods

from yellowad.co.uk

  

MORE GARDEN 2

garden oasis
breeze whips shiny trees
in
a
live show blow

i hear it

hear
its
dives and touching swoops - invisible wings

out the front
junk men toll their bell
for
burnt-out white goods
and
house
tat 

 from brilliantwallart.co.uk

STORM IS LIKE STUFF

storm goes 
PAH !
and 
CR-CR-CRUNCH !
like the famous black Asiatic bear 

lightning flashes great blue bed sheets in appalled silence 
and
rain comes - fat drops like mad upstream salmon
swimming in the urgent bladder 
of
a
full animal hose

thunder goes 
MEGA PAH !  
like
beasts bellies empty - sweet meat buffet is late
and
we
cringe like dogs by the window - its 3 AM and we're swearing
with
each
POW and KA BLAAAM - roars from the zoo of the world
angry and careless and reckless
in
the 
wild sky

small mammals lay low to the ground like spies
clutching secret briefcases for comfort
hiding
under
wooden hems and imaginary sheltering wings

lightning flashes 
DAY DAY DAY ! like time has burst into bits 
like the blinking eyes of leviathan
and 
everything is lit negative and naked and unnatural
but 
REAL
and we wonder aloud how much primitive people
must 
have
shat
at the noise from the animals in the sky

from www.philidelphiazoo.org