Thursday, 31 March 2016

JAZZ RADIO




sick and shaving
in
a
hot
morning
bath

salts and steam soothing the stresses

and the jazz station breaks for ads
plugs
a
new 
Maserati showroom 
4 towns north

i am CLEARLY not their core demographic

so i fart bubbles
and
laugh


from cardealermagazine.co.uk

Wednesday, 30 March 2016

DEATH (HAIKU)



i wonder really

what if death is no escape ?

answers
on
a
postcard . . .


from buttersafe.com

Tuesday, 29 March 2016

TAKING PARTS





the night took pieces from me 
when 
i
was 

  separated shattered and solemn
  
  incandescent 
  with  
  drink

and
staring 

  munted mullered and marked 

  in accelerated
  ennui
  overdrive

at 
the 
crowded sky 
over
my 
hometown streets

thought it held ANSWERS
there
in
the 
turned backs of clouds
and
in
the
silver phantoms of stars

  ANSWERS
  always 
  just 
out of reach

  now 
i attempt early sleep
and

  search seek and hunt

  wired
  and
  tired

for
my
lost
pieces 
in 
the
nights inbetween moments
and
in
the 
psychedelic soup of dreams



Dream, Surreal, Composition, Elephant, Giraffe, Auto

Friday, 25 March 2016

KING OF THE CASTLE



when i got my own place
and
everyone came round
for
habenaro chicken
and 
freezing gins
i
was king of the castle
with 
Lou Reed on the player
and
effigys on the bonfire

hash and games till sudden dawn

i felt like i had ARRIVED
and
it
could
always
be 
this
way

before 
LIFES heavy feet
and
TIMES erosion
moved 
everything 
around

Boy, Silhouette, Family Fun, Child, Night, Fireworks


Thursday, 24 March 2016

CARS THICK WITH IT / PINE TOPS ON THE M25



around 
junction 29
on
the 
thick lost highway / Thatchers mad circle
saw pine tops pointing to the sun
creeping
level
with
the
elevated 4 lane blacktop / Londons handcuff halo
and
wished i was in their cool shadow
visiting on their brown needle floor
with
all the mad traffic
just huge bee hum
above 
me

and
when
we hit a crest / a gentle undulation
a soft bump rise / a home county hiccup
the 
swarm 
of 
relentless faceless unstoppable metal

    seemed weightless
   
    crusading 

and almost holy / a necessary inevitable ritual
and
i
felt
part
of it all / of the fossil madness
of the welded fashion / of the hunting thrum
on edge with mob adrenalin

    oh
    so
    briefly

before 
i looked for pine tops again  



from getsurrey.co.uk

Wednesday, 23 March 2016

PUSH 20 - ACTION HEROES !



KITCHEN POP




the kitchen cobwebs
are
greasy from cooking
and
tired with weight
and
when find them
they
cling to my fingers 
like 
halloween



from mamiverse.com


Tuesday, 22 March 2016

PUSH 20 - DOLLS HOUSE






LAST DRINK 3 / HERBAL BREWS SMILE WEAKLY AT ME



early autumn
and
the cat
was
on
some
cheap
food
that made his shit stink bad

i bought two bottles of alcohol free wine
that
was
light
and
fruity
and
empty
and
sad

it laughed at me
and
i
poured
it
away
and
lined
up
herbal teas instead


Tea, Teacup, Cup Of Tea, Drink, Beverage, Cup, Hot


Monday, 21 March 2016

MONDAY POPS



THE ACCIDENTAL JIVE

i
trust
in
the
coincidence
and
accidental jive
in
the
back-brain autopilot 
under 
the 
erosion and fog
to
make
my
scribbles
call 
sense their friend


CAFFEINE FREE

how thin the world is
without
stimulants
in
the 
morning mug

a detox / a fast
willful suffering

calling 
out 
to
a new peace
to
swell
my
world buddha plump


LOOK INSIDE

i
write
open
windows
you
can
look
in
and
see
my disguises
folded
on
shelves


Postbox, British, Red, Monday, Post, Letter, Mail


Friday, 18 March 2016

NIGHT MONSTER



despite
age
wisdom
voice and reason
i
still hope - almost pray
in
the 
dead of a restless night
that
coming
back
from
the 
fuzzy bathrooms dark edges
no
nameless monster
grabs
for
my
naked hurrying ankles



night monster, ford beebe, 1942, from youtube.com

Thursday, 17 March 2016

THE FUCKBRAIN HURRICANE (LAST DRINK 2)




so
i
was
cutting down
wasnt i ?
cos of the blackness
screaming nerves
and
loss of buzz

so
in
the 
daytime supermarket
wasnt i ?
with the fish wives
and
lonely men with mum-hemmed jeans

so
i
had
a
basket
of
steak and onions
and
those little wines 
cos
i
was
cutting down PROPERLY
wasnt i ?

no dangerous plummet to nought
for me

but my hands did stuff without me
didnt they ?
gone and got
some
whisky too
hadnt they ?

and
the
orange woman
with 
penciled-in eyebrows
was
bleeping barcodes super slow
wasnt she ?
cos of her disney-painted nails

  but

i wasnt about to put it back
was i ?
have some last hurrah
couldnt i ?

so
it
was
whisky with red wine chasers
wasnt it ?
and
i
called
it
the
Fuckbrain Hurricane 

i suffered blackness
screaming nerves
and
a
raging
 howling
  anti-buzz
that became the clearest 

  Moment 
  Of 
  Clarity

i
ever
ever
known

from ebay.co.uk


Wednesday, 16 March 2016

DAGENHAM DE MILO



Orange Shapes
by
Ford Dagenham and Milo Cunningham

( orange marker on white A4 economy-print )

A SIX WORD STORY






No, fuck that.  
Lets start again.

from community.sparknotes.com


http://www.openculture.com/2015/03/the-urban-legend-of-ernest-hemingways-six-word-story.html

Tuesday, 15 March 2016

LAST DRINK



me
who
called
out
WHISKY IS KING and GIN FOR PM
all
in
deadly seriousness
signed
out
on
a
night
of
white wine spritzers
for
christs sake

their weird sweet buzz 
mocked
my
crumbling netherworld
and 
that first dry evening
was
righteous
but
wrong
and
long and empty as anything can be


from iws-fla.com

Monday, 14 March 2016

POINTLESS SECRETS



blank events survive
on
my
flat calendar
but
the Vibes
the Meanings
the Feelings
are
bleached to nothings by oceans of gin
and
the
what-the-fuck mornings
of
shark-eyes bunny-scared on the bus
and
staring inside
hiding behind
mean humour
in
the warehouses of youth and wages

well-fed fear
drove reckless
in
the
front seat

and

kept 
pointless secrets - secrets make Hell

and
they
ate at my strangled guts from below

while i waited 
hoping for age
to
loosen
everything


from theginkiosk.com

Friday, 11 March 2016

DIABETIC CAT HAIKU




the places he lays
are all missing from him now
gone
vets 
for 
blood 
tests



Thursday, 10 March 2016

SKY GIVES ME QUESTIONS




something 
has
forced
the 
clouds to march

i feel their PRESSURE
their ordered INTENTION
from
down
on
the
patios timelock of 10.15 AM
my
neck bent in wonder

they
resemble
perhaps
a long grey-stained underside 
of 
a supermarket checkout conveyor
rolling
over
an
unresting earth sluggish with 

ghosts ?

or
with
field dust
or
attack smoke
or
just
more domestic kettle steam 



from schoolphysics.co.uk

Wednesday, 9 March 2016

MUSIC PLEASE




music please
forest mother
i
called out
to
a
peach friend

almost purple frantic
in
diamond silence
and
sweet recall






Tuesday, 8 March 2016

TIME CREPT





hot 
dry 
wind
agitated treetops in its boredom
under the honey light 
of
a leftover pm

and time crept





from thepinkdoormat.blogspot.com



Monday, 7 March 2016

LAST SUMMER TRIO




1.

birds bleep 
update alerts

sounds like that anyway
to
my
zoned-off
half-mind
on-the-nod
stretched 
out
on
the
patio
recliner
eyes shut and everything is blue


2.

uncooked oven fry

a single yellow chip
who tumbled
into accidental segregation

speaks
more
than
words
from the 
dusk light 
kitchen floor


3.

grateful for the garden

tucked pocket of english green

mad sprouts
and
knowing bark
is
fairy-tale impossible and mountain dignified
under
wi-fi 
skies



from smartrestaurants.co.uk


Friday, 4 March 2016

CALL JUNO 101



out in the park
for air and space

a woman walks her dog
one lap
and leaves

one bench is all twisted metal strips
bent from use and fire

the other has no back

i sit on the one with no back
and smoke 
in 
the air
and space

a disheveled guy 
shapeless in torn blue 
shuffles up

asks for a fag paper

i got none i say
and
when he sits next to me
leans forward arms on his knees
offer
him the
end of
my smoke - he takes it soundlessly

then
you busy ?
ha i say i look busy ?
he gestures at my camera
taking pictures of birds are you ?
ha i say anything really clouds mostly

more silence
he smokes the butt to death
i look up at clouds

presently he says whats this say ?
holding out a form
from inside his coat
that has hand-written 
in the top box-

    CALL JUNO 101

so thats what i say
and thats what he repeats
apparently happy with that

and after more silence 
i tell him to take it easy

he grunts
i walk off

pointing
my 
camera
at
the 
clouds




Thursday, 3 March 2016

ME TIME




not 
long
up

already the day is a dog

a
damp
mid-morning eternity
that
turns
thoughts
to
the
bad
inside

then i remember-

and its like the SUN came out

i remember-
i not had a dump yet

and
i
take
a
book
from
the pile of poets
and
go
get
some
me time


from mywondermum.com