Wednesday, 18 October 2017

ALL G AND NOT ENOUGH P



got the first-stop dr on the phone 8 AM
cos
my
meds
are
making
me
sicker
under the clouds and moon

i dont know much about that at all
she says
and suggests
i tail them off slow

but tired of the itchy raving
at
3 AM
under the stars and black velvet
i
stop
cold
turkey

and make a physical appointment
with my current favourite gp

hoping
for
a
scrip
of
something old school
something that works
under the sun and the buffed cotton wool

but wisely preparing 
for eventual disappointment
too
under the google search and the science wall

aware id prob 
have to pick
a new favourite gp
afterward
under the receptionists knowing frown

and wisely prepare
for more eventual disappointment
with
them
as well
under the freebies and the cost constraints

theyre all g
and not enough p
under a streamlined zodiac
and a time machines stuck loop




Image result for useless dr

from sott.net


Tuesday, 17 October 2017

TWO DOORS DOWN



the ambulance came
for
the
man
two doors down

one of those ambulances
thats just a car
with lights and yellow on

and the blues were flashing
and i heard them coming
but once out the car
they seemed to be
in
no
rush
at all

the man two doors down
got prostate cancer
got bone cancer

but
hes
only
taken
away
for an infected knee

cos hes tough as a dozen old boots

and theyll let him out 
when he can walk again
and i hope to see him again
going for his paper 8 AM

~

i see his son in the street

he now lives where 
they filmed heartbeat
he says

i been 24 yrs in the army
he says
maybe 4 or 5 times

n ireland
FN FALs at dawn
under end terrace murals
jammed inside the empires folly

then hazmat training
bomb disposal

demobbed in yorkshire
straight back in 
as an instructor

abroad again
as
an
independent contractor 

but can he talk
his mum and dad
into
accepting
a
twice daily council care plan ?

can he bunnies 

theyre from 1928
might as well be mars

or the hebrides




Image result for fn fa n ireland

n ireland from pinterest

Monday, 16 October 2017

THREE POPS ON CREATIVITY



1. COST OF LIVING

and the pills keep the walls up

indian-giver 
peacekeepers
monitor me
like
i
am
a walking civil war

their direct debit paid up daily
over a hot coffee breakfast

and
before
i
wonder
why
i
need
walls at all

they got me sat down again
writing

anything and nothing
sometimes an almost something

d
o
w
n

inside the glass
for the ether


POOR ARTLESS

i must leave the earth scorching
to
the
all
the
locked down artless unpainting
and
careering
thru
their
careers

tied tight with function creep
their
luncheon meat
reformed 
on government rye

and i suspect
with a pity 
thats big of me

thats theres just not enough easels 

set up
in the MOD



QUALIFICATION


and well yes hitler did paint roses

but not well

or
ANYWHERE
near
often
enough

his writing was bad too

just
cant
do
anything
with
some people

can you ?



Image result for soldier at an easel

old soldier assemblage structure 
by tree pruitt
from artist-tree.blogspot.co.uk

Sunday, 15 October 2017

HOW IT HAPPENS 2



WHAT HELPS IT HAPPENS



WHAT HELPS IT CONTINUE TO HAPPEN



WHAT I LOOK AT AFTER IT HAPPENS



MY MIND AFTER IT HAPPENS



MY REWARD FOR IT HAPPENING


HOW IT HAPPENS




WHAT HAPPENS



WHEN IT HAPPENS



WHERE IT HAPPENS



WHERE IT HAPPENS 2



WHAT HELPS IT HAPPEN



WHO WATCHES IT HAPPEN



Friday, 13 October 2017

HOME TOWN POPS



1. SEA CHEST

gran had her ghost story

her apparition
at the end of the bed

a woman
hovering
on
grandpas sea chest

she
only
aired
it
once or twice

and i was sceptical
cos me id talk about it all the time

and anyway 
i was more interested
in the sea chest

in my childs mind
there was d day in there
dunkirk
u boats
sharks off the n african coast

and a liberated pistol
i could smuggle home




2. SMALL TOWN

small town
shut cinema
was pool
is now bingo

evacuated farm buildings
sit in the scraps

the waterworks so thoroughly vandalised
they
shut
them
down

conrad lived here for 20 minutes
pepys hung out in the worlds end
revolting peasants
lit the marsh beacons

the queen mother
came to visit all the oil
shook my pas hand

and the school fire
well the police asked me about that
art class 1985
when i was drawing a man
with flames for a beard

still theres forest

silent woods
rolling uphill

you could be an animal there

and if you squint
from up top
you can see
londons jigsaw skyline

like a grey 
5B smudge

pocked with fragmented pencil lead



3. CATS

we saw five cats
just out walking 
round the crescent
under a 5pm drama sky

we said hi to one
rubbed his neck
he sat on the kerbstone
where old uncle bulgaria 
used to potter
in his steptoe yard

one was in a bungalow window
next door to where 
that tv lady grew up
she added a 'van' to her common name
and 
left 
for the green rooms 
and the silver lights

he watched us like a border guard

one played in a cardboard mountain
left over from flatpacks
piled out by the wheelie bins

one was spread out on front garden cement
like he fell out the sky
landed by plants looked like froth
and a window dog
behind him 
was barking in double glazed silence

another one strolled by
like some victorian 
perambulating 
taking the air
before aperitifs

and
back home
theres ours

still on the same pillow
no intention of moving
till
his
food and shit and shot 8.30 pm

and i thought 
where were the people
in this fuckburg town?

can hear them plenty enough at night 
thats for sure

sounds like the monaco F1
or the isle of wight TT
sometimes

its oxford freaking circus out there
when 
we
are 
not looking




Image result for ww2 german pistol

SOE pistol, welrod, from ww2nation.com


Thursday, 12 October 2017

A DUBSTAR IN THE ROCKPOOL




in
the
daylight corners anarchist court jesters
dance like dads in the laws blue hand

and 
im 
wedged in its nico-drone wheeze and grab
my plastic zen a gluten-free tai chi

and the normal fall of dusk
and the ordinary break of dawn
should be 
twice daily
heavyweight 
title bouts
when theyre just ying yang yawns

its
all
an
unstoppable
moan
and
march

isnt it ?

hurry up and wait
computer says no

you know ?

a rolling 
repetition
                   o  
that Music  e x  l   d   s
                p      e



Image result for exploding music

from covermyfb.com

Tuesday, 10 October 2017

PUMICE



i been dry as pumice
for
six 
good bad crazy sad happy mad
years
today

and im rattling 
with the needles battling
to
knit
my
looseness together 

but its all good my sunshines
that sound is a comfort blanket now 
like the washing machine is
when its changing cycles
while
youre
napping

~

sometimes i think
i should have stuck it out
but then again

no
no i dont

it never helped all the other times
and
this
time
the knife edge was too thin

balancing on the folded steel 
was dicing my adidas goodyears
all the way up to my brainpan

~

apparently 

was 

brave to change

so well done me

pat yourself on the back

the therapists said

and tho yeah ok some of it was me
but really there was no choice at all

the days hurt
and
the nights 
well they were a video-nasty
forever trembling on pause

~

the
moon
still knows 
i used to yell at him

used to tell 
that yellow ten pence in the sky
to come down here
and say that to my face
between bars and the bottle shop

and i can still think
drinking away a nuclear overhang

in the wonderful wood of a wooden pubs wood

when the suns on the slide
is to know god
in a very special way

when 
really
it 
was 
suicide in slices 

processed white
and
toaster charred



Image result for drunk moon

drunk on the moon by garden sounds
from deviantart.com

PORTAL !



to
all
the
soft bodies
i
will
not
destroy
for sport or food

i lift up my glass

lift up my coffee cup

to the Portal of Essential Expression

and i thank the space dust
thank the thin idea of a god
thank the valve there
for
opening
when
i
open
it

and for birthing me another posey pop
out
on
the
optic
radio



Image result for rko radio waves

from vidoehive.net

Monday, 9 October 2017

AND TIME DID THAT THING



and
time
did
that
thing
it
does
where you dont know
its
passing

and the moon becomes a motorcycle
falling
with
discipline

straight for your eyes

out
of
the
unday sky

and
time
did
that
thing
it
does

where it clocks our distracted humania

and
knocks
our
soft
jigsaw
apart



Image result for motorcycle in the sky

pic from mbike.com