Friday, 26 May 2017

TALKING TO ARTHUR NEXT DOOR



we start with a greeting
hes doing whatever he does
on his drive full of cars

football shirt on
or not shirt at all

today its no shirt at all

i am taking out rubbish
i probably dump it
in the wrong bin

and we ask each other 
if we are ok
and i will tentatively 
approach the fence
keeping my options open

he will tell me something
about
the
weather / family / hospital visits

i will say something similar
which he will not notice

next he might tell me
something i told him 
three months ago

but today its something almost new
its about the guy opposite today
who rides up and down the street
in electric mobility scooters
with his brothers
of an evening 
now its lighter later

theyre men he says
theyre liable

i am laughing and tell him hes jealous

he will only notice 
that i disagreed
and his head will not compute
and
he 
will
escalate vaguely

the way stuff is today
i dont like it he says
dimly self aware 
he has nothing 
specific to say

this is going nowhere
so i ask him about 
all the cars on the drive

my son-in-laws he says
they got parking charges now
in his street

i ask wheres that then ?

oh where he lives
he says in surprise

i think blimeyjesus 

the way stuff is today . . .
he is saying 

i diffuse him
before he brings up
the team of blockpavers
from months ago
who he assumes 
are bulgarian
and that carjacked van
they had nothing to do with

i diffuse him
with a broad sweeping statement
of the nature of progress
its inherent temporariness 
our fickle interpretation 

and as i am loosing him
and as he doesnt listen to me anyway
i say
the more things change 
the more they stay the same

a saying i mull over often

and he likes that
it has a ring to it
it sounds clever

and we sign off
with a joke
about supper
the kettle
afternoon naps

we both go in
and i dont have
to look at
his great hairy corfu brown belly
and his struggling childs eyes
anymore
or
those
small
growths
in his armpit
that look like
the legs of a tiny octopus
climbing
out
of
his
flesh



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from siteadvisor.com

Thursday, 25 May 2017

ALL CLEAR AND POST



behind the glass
a woman in leather
runs from
alien and believable gods

move she says to herself move
she must answer the ringing phone
all our lives depend on it

this side of the glass
my unopened post sits there 
like wrapped gift
would
sit
there - blunt and solid
with something of the mistake about it

( i had been compulsive and unthinking
  i was like hank 
  behind the glass 
  shot
  and 
  recovering
  buying minerals in bed from ebay
  in the night time tv gloop and glow )

the packages - they are like paper rocks 
strange samples on the kitchen tablecloth

a weird geology they demand attention

there could be ANYTHING inside couldnt there ?
and ignoring my knowledge

savour
this 
manufactured mystery
for  l o n g  moments
sipping coffee number one

and the time ran then
it steamrolled over cold fear and the wired dread 
of these 
          falling / failing
                            faux
                              empire
                                 days
and over noons stagnation 
and all its attendant nothings
and i heard a tactile tick tock
and i felt a small vroooom
like a machine had started up
behind the days flat scenery
and the nameless Effort
    the orphan Art
    i
    had
squeezed out  bled out
forced and coaxed out

    ( the writingslob emitted curdle again )

    well now it Shone Easily - had no Hard Questions

and the day felt like a day then
an easy marker  a nice place
instead of another unsane blur
where only the edges make sense
like
crisp green leaves eaten into skeletons
by the long gone beasts of dawn

and when the cat steps up onto the bed
it is with a perfect sense of things

and shadows pass by the window
like of course they can and should

shadows of harmless other people
doing harmless other people things

and 

feel
like
i
won an award - i can hear doves too
their repeating coo
like an All Clear siren today

the woman behind the glass
picks up the ringing phone

and she knows theres no rainbow 
you can see it in her eyes

and 
her
outstretched hand on the callbox window
is
a flat No  a spread Stop
in 
defiance

at circumstance 
at authoritarian retaliation
at
the
big
black
truck
running
her down . . .



Image result for matrix trinity in phone booth

the corner at wells and lake from matrix.wikia.com

Wednesday, 24 May 2017

ORWELL WOULD BURST



'it is quite easy to appear modern
while in reality being the biggest damnfool ever born'

charles bukowski



our own personal electric eye 
is always on
always there
like a trainee at work is there

new  shiny  keen

a sponge for knowledge
for short cuts and tricks

and
after your job

~

i remember a different world
a world plugged in

and then unplugged for lightning
bedtime
and
caution

a world before phones

going to school

summer  new trousers hemmed  cut grass
the paws and nose of a friendly retriever
under the gate on the corner 

my first house key in my pocket

with
a
plastic
mouse

~

now brand new tech is here
its in there with our fluff and crumbs
shiny wrappers and heavy change
        
        and
        its

 c o n n e c t e d 
        
        to 

 e v e r y t h i n g 
        
        by 

 i n v i s i b l e 

       sci fi 
        
     in
          the
      air

thru walls and windows and cement
our shopping lists and reminders
our love texts and high scores

go into orbit

to
china peru

and venus

~

controlled magics
dark blackside

everyday miracles 
function creep

our invited stalker
our Hub and Control

as if by order
we keep it close by our boiled balls

~

looks forward and back
looks up  
films inside our pocket
snaps our feet

files our minutia detritus

not never no anymore
can we been
unseen

in 
any 
of
the 
dark corners

doing secrets with our body and minds




Image result for electric eye

from shwebook.com

Tuesday, 23 May 2017

I SNOB



         its
          easy
           isnt
             it 
   to sit in a burger pit
 in a weird mall morning 
       like limbos own waiting annex
     and 
 judge the flaccid clientele there
    in market tops and nowhere trousers  
       while eating 
     the same grease as them
             and
 me with no job to go to either
         only pad and a pen 
      to draw a line between
                  my self-induced 
             higher purpose
   of writing-slob delusion
      and their assumed 
              salted earth
     stone-clad grief hole

           well
            i
             cant
              help 
               but 
 imagine the uninspired misery
   and stubborn catechisms
 of modern povertys tv-dull minds
        stinking
         like 
     unseasoned hamburger 
  in their laminated 
    galley kitchen arena
        and 
 any pledge i make
   to look with kinder eyes
        into their potted grey rainbow
          may
           last
 14 seconds
         as 
        disgust and sadness
 gives empathy and charity 
     a good slop out
  in the dredged canals and prison troughs
           of 
          my
    feedback loop 
     ego jag
           brain pan


Image result for cheap horrible hamburger

pic from daveandjames.com