Monday, 28 December 2015

GOOD MUSIC



music -

wagner cream nwa 
dupree spence oldham

is beyond special  
  but
  kind
  of
  invisible
  too

so whats to do if youre not in a band and cant dance ?

  maybe
  cry 
  out
  Fire In The Hole !

  and
write
down

clumsy ode to the two-chords wonders
  
 from mtv.com

Wednesday, 23 December 2015

CROUCH IN YOUR OWN BELLIES WHERE THE WEATHER IS REAL



  this 
  soap opera life
we
are
always 
trying
to 
solve
  is an artists impression
  of
  hasty 
  focus
  
an
  unfinished / unreal pastel scene 
of
pencil shadow
and
dense crosshatching that thins out
  into
  a
white page hinterland

  empty

 from realpointitaly.com

Tuesday, 22 December 2015

POETRY POP CLEAROUT



1.

  poetry
is a big sigh
for
a
little
cat 


2.

  black halos
sit unshining
over
obvious heads

  as
invisible
as
we
let them be 


3.

cut the thumb
from a rubber glove 
and
stick
it
to
the 
mirror with spit

  thats me 
  that is
on
a
bad morning 


4.


fists have their uses 
but
better to dig with fingers
to
find
a
truth

and make even lunch hours
  long


5.

  i 
  am
atoms with mass 

  only 
  here 
in the armchair
if 
youre looking


6.

  sofa nest 
  10 AM
waiting
for
the 
yelling silence of migraine
to
take
its
blotches and wire away 

  the
seconds come like hammer blows



from guardianlv.com

Monday, 21 December 2015

I AM NOT CERVANTES



am 
i
a
sancho panza ?

  maybe herding
  maybe following
  the 
earths quixotic delusion
     waiting
     on
     some
     concrete gift
i will
never 
understand


or 
am 
i
a
saddled rocinante ? 

  lost in my own
  small
  windmill
  war



  from www.travellingboy.com

Friday, 18 December 2015

OLD HIWAY TO S'END



  the old hiway to s'end
is
a
clot
of drivethrus now 
  the
blacktop frozen 
into 
ripples like a lowtide beach

  pubs are boarded up
in
armour of silver steel
and
  all the roadside bungalows 
  shed their paint like scabs

  the old hiway to s'end
hunches
its subway shoulders 
  weighed down by newbuild towers
under
skyroads treading heavy in lowcloud 
  so
  doomlike 
  and
  dull strong grey 
 from piley.blogspot.com - southend essoldo, warrior square
 

Thursday, 17 December 2015

MOVIE POPS



1.

  sane hindsight 
  comes
  slow as winter sun
and
calls
the 
monsters of our minds
rampaging
clumsy
and
disjointed - daftly destructive
like 
b movie beasts
  
  built of dim fantasy and ancient nightmares
  they
  need
  no provocation 
      to
  let madly rip red fog


2.


movies create worlds

  alternate 
  ant hills
    of almost friends

  inside
  a
demographics narrow appeal
twisting sense
  and
forcing reason
into
a
neat coda
for
simple shutdown hours

    OR
    they
    cut
    thru
    the
  crap and crust
    and
expose our naked lunches


Misery F**k 
from stevebenedict.ie (Misery)

Wednesday, 16 December 2015

SICK BRAIN GO-SLOW POPS


1.

  i wallow in a hot bath
  i dont remember running
and
a
coffee
sits
  long cooled and forgotten 
on
top
of
todays
  to-do list


2.

the 
day 
paints stains on my clothes

  coffee 
  ash 
  miscellaneous 

they
stick
the hours together 
 
  i
  miss some out


3.

if i must
i would die
on
a
sunny
day
  
  in some animal meadow 
  of trembling grass
  or 
  in forest hinterland 
  of broken sun and english magic

but
only
if
i
must 


 from fauna-flora.org

Tuesday, 15 December 2015

PRISON QUALITY



reading back my poems
they
look
to
me
like
childrens wooden letter blocks 
an
inmate might have piled up 
in
hope
of
a
pat on the back
rehabilitation
or
a
job in the library 

 from www.woodentoyshop.co.uk

Monday, 14 December 2015

SAME AGAIN



  another tale
where 

am 
all Bummed Out
  Flat Walled
  Emptied

  but again
my guts find the habit
in the carbon frame
and
  work a poem up from toy blocks to brain stem
and 
  blog it in the tangled brambles 
and
  later
  unpickle into sense
the 
  sentences of a stifled short story 
  thats
  boiling over on the back burner

  in
these
acts
  i Fill up
  become Flushed
  and Calmed 

  briefly and enough
  to breed a brood of hopes


from sueddie.wordpress.com

Friday, 11 December 2015

MORE CAFE BLUES



  out for a bacon sarnie
in
the nowhere jobless hours
of 
a
blank cafe morning
  where
time is still finding its AM stride
in
the grey daylight stumble 
  of
  white noise
left over
from
night and dreams 
that rings in my ears 
  like
  the church bells
of the godless faithful

  workmen in stained joggers
place long take-out orders
and
a
clot of fishwives bark clipped sentences
about implants with implied judgement
  their
  miserable faces pecking at paninis 
like small troubled birds

  i
  half
  recognise them
  from
some job
i had
somewhere

art, clock, cool, dead, death, drawing, fun, grave, graveyard, hipster, instagram, life, painting, philosophy, photography, piccsy, swag, think, thinking, time, tombstone, tumblr, vintage, vintage clock
from favim.com

 

Thursday, 10 December 2015

PRESSURE FIRST THING



not yet dawn 
and
the 
moon
is an unfinished hangnail 
muscling into my solitude
and
calling my bluff 
before
i've
even
had
coffee 

 

 from bandagedear.com

Wednesday, 9 December 2015

WILLINGLY DREAMING WHILE THE EARTH BURNS




unfamous pop-tarts
are herded
needy and bleating
as
guilty sacrifice lambs 
thru
sat night soft gladiator pre-praise
all
wanting it SO much
and
pumped up to unreal heights with steroid-fame 
they
cry
into
presenters shoulders
when
its
all
taken
away
by a premium rate revenue stream

theyre launched 
into a B-strand residue 
of morning tv
cheap weeklys exclusives
their five minute faces
filling
up
newspapers
instead
of
the murder murder murder
of
bees
earth
and
us 
 from www.newnownext.com

Monday, 7 December 2015

CAFE AND NEWSPAPERS



1.

newspapers
bingo distract and fear control 
  a sleeping mass
  of unused might
  that
  could 
  be Heroes

  if
  informed and taught 


2.

  the tesco cafe
is 
full 
of
unplucked
sketch show characters
  
they
  rot inside invisible
  like
  angels - gin soaked / useless and forgotten
  on
  a 
  Bowery stoop


3.

  i always look at the empty cafe tables
for
abandoned
newspapers
  tho the twists and lies
  will give me hives
  and
settle
a
black despondancy 
and
blue hopelessness
over
the
day

 from ebay.co.uk


Thursday, 3 December 2015

I AM GOD ?




  they say
the devil is in the details

   (they say
    a 
    lot 
    of 
    things)

 so
wheres god ?
in the general overview ?
the summary ?
appendix IV ?

  because 
isnt life ALL details ?
and
anyway i gave the devil the push
a
while ago now
  so . . . 
  i am god am i ? 

 from remyhabets.com

MAYBE DALMATIONS



  nowadays
i can divine the days promise
or lack thereof
by reading the pattern 
of 
brown 
fleks 
that grey dawn and hostile guts
left decoratively
  in
  the
  white
  bowl

i crouch 
mad
like a witch or a sooth would
over their tea or knuckle bones
  and
read / predict / summon -

  today . . .
  maybe dalmations ? 


 
 from pinterest.com


 

Wednesday, 2 December 2015

AND HELL CAME



  back when i wore armour
  under a boozers moon
it
was
heavy
and
  i
would always
need more fuel

hell
saw
me 
then
vain glorious in the piss-alley
and came for my ego in legion

  now i am naked
  lighter 
  demobbed and half done
just
another
struggle-pup counting scars and stars
in 
our
seaside mongrel nation


 from moviepilot.com

Tuesday, 1 December 2015

INSTRUMENTS TUNED TO ENGLISH MELANCHOLY



  as a young teen
bad hair
bad eveything
in the bad 80s 
i
heard
Squeeze
on
Radio 1 and borrowed TDK tapes

  their stories
made growing up
sound
like
a
bad / sad adventure 

and
it
was 

 from allmusic.com

Monday, 30 November 2015

ALWAYS YOUNG ON SOMEWHERES ROADS



i dont care
that my youth
is gone

it was ill formed
dumb
and
badly raging

and anyway
there is still some slice of me 
kept alive 
out there -

drunk and climbing the rotten wharves 
on the thames peasant and muddy fringe
or laid prone in dawn residue
in the secret shrub garden
of socketts heath roundabout
the
rush hour traffic
alien
ships
to
my
ears

socketts heath 1955 from www.francisfrith.com


WRITER LIST POP



cubby jr
hank
the fantes
goodis
richmond
heller
blyton and maclean 
websters

all make me wish the cat could read
and
that
i
could
sing

 from www.davidgoodis.com
 

Thursday, 26 November 2015

THIS WORLD CANNOT BE MADE UP



and
none
of
us
stiffs / forced squares / 9to5ers 
rutting
nose-deep in the fuckitall night-time trough
is 
really 
sure 
anymore
if theyre high or not

sober days are mescaline - veil lifted
when
the evenings rush-to-live
can
be 
dead as dead is dead - 

tv is watchingpaintdry
silicon breeze of bland cut-ups
blowing like sandstorms 
or 
too livid / too alien / too future satirespoof
skewed news celebrity drool
flowing like niagra 
from
every 
glass
device 

 from www.cnet.com

Wednesday, 25 November 2015

MUSIC IS ENORMOUS



i can smell wet fire
and
really - music is ENORMOUS !

these are my thoughts
walking
down a cold road
and
its like a latvian animation out here
a
sinister
fairyland - black stripes and silent windows
and
cracked 
light
at 
odds 
with 
the pavements creases 

 from dailycal.org

Tuesday, 24 November 2015

THEN AND TODAY


 
  like a monolith of secrets
  i felt old at 19
rolling
joints
for
wannabe grungers
on
absent parents patio tables
  watching them
  get
  high
  with
  my
  fatherly eyes - laughing
                  as
                  someone
                  turns green
  from
  a rising blowback


( today tho
  i feel as new and unwise
  as a child
  in the future )

 
 from urbandictionary.com

Monday, 23 November 2015

QUEEN MOTHER



oh 
man !

i remember saying
filled with relief
in march '02

i
thought
she
would
never 
die 


 from pinterest.com

Friday, 20 November 2015

MAGIC



  spiked metal moons
with
open
fans
like giving hands
  spin
  in the nothing up there
  mostly 
  out of sight

  but
sometimes we see them as
white blips 
  that 
  arent planes 

  and
  our
maessages bounce up there
in
a way which i cant fully grasp

our business and crimes
our invisible kipple 
our pleading spam
  up
  and
  then
  back down to cables
  that are fast

fast cables that i dont quite fully grasp
that share
  the 
  word
  and
  the  
  world 
  


from www.telegraph.co.uk