Friday, 22 September 2017

POEM IN A POEM




i read
always have

like a good little spod

secret torches at night
as a kid

bad eyes

allowed the lamp on now
as i am 44 

(43..? 45..? 8..?)

only when the white noise lets me
of course

i hide and dream and live and steal
in
books 

theyre the simplest magic

a surrender of the soul

and
when i pause and look up
its
with
surprise
that the room is exactly the same

tho somethings changed...
its me that changed

changed by books
the simplest magic

a surrender of the soul

in one of these pauses
when i was 
undrugged serene
all magical like

i wrote down -

dr 
says
my metabolism
is
in
hibernation
from
the
autumn beginnings
of
a
culture winter

and i wonder now what i meant

cos it doesnt sound good

and
what on earth
i been reading
that
simple magic day

surrendering my soul


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photo by joel robison from brainpickings.org

Thursday, 21 September 2017

LISTEN TO YOUR BODY




they all say

listen to your body
itll tell you what it needs

and they all say this
with a kind of wise nod
i hope i never imitate

if
i
really
listened to my body
tell me what it needs

i would be on the toilet
asleep eating carbs

~

so i take
what my body says
with a pinch of salt
wise cynicism 
and a heavy veto

and i listen to the wind
and i worry about the rain
and i keep the cellar door open

writing things
loving things
mocking things
with empathy and kindness
and the meanness of a clown

in northern europe 1984

watching
classic
sci fi
with
a
childs wonder
and
the hindsight
of a god



Image result for war of the worlds 1953

from uk.ign.com

Wednesday, 20 September 2017

WAS IT YOU BUCKOWSKI ?



buckowski
buckowski
buckowski

you rotten dog

was it you i read
when you said

youre surrounded by assassinated people ?

well
theyre still here

unable to notice 
the ordinary madness
of
this
impossible paradise
as
we
throw out tomorrow
with
the bath water rain



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from gtaforums.com

Tuesday, 19 September 2017

I SHUT MY EYES




1. HAIKU

i shut my eyes closed

everythings there
and
i

become unbroken



2. TITLE

and i write

generation plastic and the touchscreen gene

and
leave it there
leave it for later
leave it for

someone else to finish
another day away

leave it for 
when the ending
is
made
clear
with the forced order of hindsight
we
ground-bound cutlery monkeys
cant
help
but
impose



3. QUESTIONS ABOUT THE TREE OF LIFE

i shut my eyes
and
before coma happens
theres a flash -

sheet lightning outlining a tree

now is that
my eye veins
lit
by
explosions mindside ?

or a glimpse
of
the tree of life ?

is that where it is ?

inside ?

in the between place
where
waking is not yet sleep ?

rooted
into
a
netherworlds
hinterland ?

and as i drift deeper

i sadly remember

i
saw
no
fruit




Image result for dead tree

from istockphoto.comI SHUT MY EYES

Monday, 18 September 2017

TWO MONDAY POPS




1. REALITY SLIP

'A black cat went past us, then another just like it.'
'How much like it?  Was it the same cat?'
                    Neo and Trinity talk deja vu 


when you drop
some tiny thing

in the stretched moments
before you find it

you
question
if it was even there
in the first place

cos our reality and faith

is that thin



2. END TIME PLAN

'Asylums are full of people who
never built a bomb in their lives.'
                    Dr Farley Munroe


when i hit an existential low
and worry the Worst

mutually assured destruction

yeah those mad games

i
remind
myself
theres
a seed bank

locked away somewhere
in antarctica

and sane minds there
who keep it fresh and cool

and too
that the corner shop
isnt far

and
i
can
get
fags
there
and go chain smoke marlby reds
on the rec

and reacquaint myself with gin
and the ghosts of friends and life
from the streets
of my formation

holding
hands
with love
and
the good times



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dr strangelove from britannica.com