Friday, 17 November 2017

SMUG MONEY SMILE



i
cant
watch
a
property show
these days

the ones where theyre building
double-height glass extensions
to quote alan partridge
like art installations with a toilet

where the architect
wears an odd scarf
or wears weird glasses
and
smiles a smug money smile
and
routinely designs 
over-budget
round skylights
for an entrance hall
like a city library 

i
cant
watch
these
shows
without picturing
a homeless couple
with newspaper in their boots
watching
on
a
plasma screen
thru

tottenham court road shop window

thinking

whattheshitman ?
whattheactualshit ?

and counting all my blessings
for the hundredth time that day




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Thursday, 16 November 2017

MASTERS OF THE LATERBASE



i wonder
that we
dont 

Lose It in Cruel Stark Awareness

everyday 
in the streets
knowing 
for certain 
that 

Death is Coming Certain as Dusk 

certain as the pope
he shits in the woods

and all the bears
theyre catholic

~

how do we talk of Anything Else 
how do we hold 
our 
crazy
shit
down ?

how do we talk at all
and are not paralysed numb ?

how is it we do not Embrace
and refuse to ever let go ?

~

we are Masters of the Laterbase

mortality on the back burner

dreaming
of
sugar mountain

and
the
lottery that can take us there

~

dreaming 
in this Now thats Gone
and 
in this Now thats Gone too
and 
again 
in another Now also Slippin Away . . .

lifes a river
but a boat
would only take us to the falls

or to the ocean

the Ocean

~

maybe its the animal in us
Collectively Killing Everything 
that drives off our end

and gives us space
for 
mad artists
philanthropy
pets
thoughtless breeding

and 
writer-strike
reality tv
on
our
cheetos
ad break
sofa world islands

~

or is it religion ?

that thorn in every blanket
that blanket round every thorn 

that oxycontin
of the wilfully blinkered drek

and i feel i should apologise
for that
cos whatever does it for you
does it for you

and
maybe
i am 
only jealous

as my zen is plastic

and my only god was whisky
and 
that fucker
he
took
me
to hell on a sunbeam




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Wednesday, 15 November 2017

MINDFUL PM AND THE PLASTIC ZEN




the cat is snoring 
my hand rests on him 

he is a peaceful mass
unnewsed and buddha like 

sun warm thru the glass
a
n
d            a
everything h   n   s in the air
                 g

streetside auto tires humhiss 
and a vans sliding door slams

theres always a vans sliding door
being
slammed

~

inside my closed eyes
theres a kaleidoscope effect

i note it is kind of cheap

like in an old
sci fi tv show
to indicate time travel
or a warp drive

and it floods slowly with black
like an inkblot
like a stormhead
or comic book doom

there is something 
luxurious about it

and i notice it
and i let it slide
without the panic it asks for

mindful in the pm heat
plastic zen in noons hinterland

by
writing
it
down
here




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Tuesday, 14 November 2017

THE ONLY SECRET IS ATTACK



imagine a rage

a rage hot enough
to
terraform
the
artless
tv screen

and
to
melt apart and reform

all the idiot instruments of man

imagine

imagine it 

the only secret
is attack






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Monday, 13 November 2017

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



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