ALMOST - A STRUGGLE TO EXPLAIN

almost an artist
but destroyed
by the tv headache

by the ennui

& 

the time machines demands

of multitudes legion

almost wise

& bursting with an exposition
of 

the pain the clouds the life . . .

well thats not quite right


~

insight explanations 

almost
almost
on the tip of my coffee burnt tongue

but this almost 

this thing 

almost a sensation

& not quite a gut 

never more than 
almost almost Something

my own interior tease

~

conclude

it

is -

a beautiful love child 

of delusion & aged decay

that

i 

will

express with just 

a simple sweep 

of one hand

my sleepy eyes

holding the rest 

in mysterious check

why not why not why not

The Thinker by Rodin

Image: © Dreamstime

FULL WISDOM

Great Wisdom
& 
Full Knowledge

hip hop body-pop
at
my
picked fingertips
& tremble teasing
on
the
tip
of
my
dumb tongue

when all i am doing is -

observing
the
ancient
wrinkled
greatest
generation
have
tea from a pot
in a 
homeware shop cafe

so of course it doesnt last

the promise
was
maybe
only
a
caffeine mirage

&
all
thats
left
is
gums
spittle

& a 100 shades of beige

from hwilensang.blogspot.com

CAFE NUPTIALS, WITH NOTES

sometimes
what i do is pick a title
before i written anything

i write where i am
& add a word on whim

so here goes 
Cafe Nuptials -

~

Cafe Nuptials

i half recognise someone
but thats just being out

( disregard that - false start )

~

Cafe Nuptials

i carry a tray 
for a lady 
struggling on sticks 

her husbands gone off somewhere 

they do that i say

me having gone off somewhere myself

&
in a booth
my 
tired 
leaking
meat
googles news

( bit better - should stop here )

~

carboloading
i try to remember 
if my 
'vote' 
was ever 
'successful'

when thatcher was voted out ?

when thatcher was voted out
Its All Over Now Baby Blue 
played out of student hatchbacks 
on another pub-side lunch-run

( i didnt stop - 
  burped a memory pop instead )

~

& 
with 
the 
homeless osmosis wisdom
of 
my 
designated years

i
know
now

that democracy 
is / was 
an aim 
an Ideal 

eroded in white bread slices 
ever since rights were hard won

( i swell with faux profundity )

~

protesters are banned 
from the capital streets
&
a gold toilet is stolen

& i think - 
green is the colour
our children shall miss the most 

(eco-conscious blab plus headlines )

~

&
i think i am maybe against borders
&
the bomb-bang lands
are only miles away

just air between us

consensus & air

( basic philosophy & maps )

~

swelling 
with
faux profundity 

in 
the 
cafe nuptials

of coffee & world & me

i stroke the blind glass 
under a false ceiling

( slip in the title & some commonality )

~

this glass
we touch
we cant SEE thru . . .

& 
i feel like 
i am 
at the end of something

& i dont mean just this coffee

( repetition & sign off )

from foodspotting.com

SOME MORE MONDAY POPS

your
anecdotal
duff hand grenade
scrape

does not match

my 
napalm
nerve scorch


~


bars
are wooden

creak like boats
at sea

adventure
in both

rum in hand


~


i am adult

if the child 
who survives
pilot lights & afterburn

is adult


~


theres
an
out of tune piano
on dolphin avenue

binmen play it

one day
its gone


~


in 
a
supermarket tshirt
&
a primark hat

i present myself

to
bureaucracys
willful
blindspot


~


with 
age
comes
a
wisdom & maturity

a VIEW

that doesnt 
help anything


~


all roads
lead to
the stage

& then the loading zone

all the
world
is an 
island

in the sea

from elitereaders.com

I HAD INVITED THE BRAIN THIEF IN

the girl
in the novel
is 14
and
to the old mans 
gnarly offer 
of
confiscated
aged-in-the-keg 
double-rectified 
busthead from 
madison county
as
to
maybe help her 
maybe shift her cold
she says

i would not put 
a thief in my mouth
to steal my brains

her boxfresh eyes
seeing the truth of it
and
laying
clear
my 
old 
intentions
better than i ever did
in one hundred thousand poems 
of the liquid ballroom
and its urgent resupply

and i read on
keen
to hear
her wisdom
on what it was i should put in my mouth
to
aid
said brains
lawful return

cos lord knows 
id invited the brain thief inside
as often as dusk came 
and the day turned itself 
to purple shadow
and ego announcement

and
when
it
was
he
did
leave
he
didnt leave easy 
or empty handed

from bleedingcool.com