THIS IS NOT A POEM

i have had a scene looping 

in my mind for a year

words are not the appropriate 

medium for its expression

what did seem appropriate tho

was to start drawing it 

with my eyes shut 

this facilitated its channelling

if youll excuse such terms 

after opening my eyes 

i inked in the bits that worked

& coloured it in pencil 

i think its finished

it probably is finished

title tbd

  

'ITS 2026 PEOPLE...'

announcing the year
as a reason 

sanity should prevail

is kinda like

declaring dinner time

to the fridge

or telling 

the dog

its may

IF THE RAIN, A FRAGPOP

& next year

i will be older

like a tree is taller

if the rain & sun

NATURAL DATA

HPPY NW YR ETC

again a years gone

thank you for reading hatchbacks

springs
distance
disturbs

pic from haltcatchfire.com

REFLECTIONS IN A BATH MAT

it was a thick year
and
without retreat

i'd felt the mass of the earth
pushing up 
thru the soles of my shoes like a living thing breathing
and
there
were
moments like drugs but without drugs
when
i couldn't tell if something was wet or just cold
and
the world exploded into pure concept and atoms

just bits to pick and choose

i'd been
burnt by optimism
and was
whole with poison

and now all the killer last lines were lined up
like cigarettes in a fresh pack
ordered
and
waiting to paint my breath