SICK NOTE MANTRAS

1. CATS AND OLD MEN

dont
write
the
whole day off yet

i say to myself
every cracked curtain morning
feeling like a ferrous metal

this is my sick note mantra
i speak it out loud
to the sheets and floating dust
feeling like the saline water
in tescos wafer thin ham

and the cat is there
his paws and claws
in my cheek in my lip
his big round eyes
saying ME ME NOW ME ( IAOW )

and out on the street 
the old guys
in beige again 
go out for papers 8 am
they're like clockwork again
like national service
half crowns in their hatbands
mumbling daily mail headlines
out by the gatepost

dont write the whole day off yet
i say to myself

give its chill beginning
a sunshine chance

the pillow will be here still later on
i make a pm date with it in my mind

i might feel
a little better might'n i anyway
a little less like a polluted moon
after some coffee

my pills

and
some 
juice


2. POSSIBILITIES

and 
theres 
a 
chance 
isn't there

that i might write something
in a shadow of gold leaf
on a gutter hubcap
if i unfold from out of bed
an upward cutlery ape  
in the supermarket zoo

and 
theres
a 
chance 
isn't there

that someone who may not be born yet
may see it may read it one odd day
on a museum piece server 
under a leaking tin can megacity dome

and they might halfway feel something
and they might catch a glimpse of something
and maybe then write something themselves

something better 
without tricks on loan

in whatever biowired plastic AI dream
we
have
left under the mercury clouds
for
them


3. SHADOW OF GOLD LEAF ON A GUTTER HUBCAP ?

we all live 
in the spaces
above our shoes
the windsails pulled down
trimmed into the next seasons
tryhard catwalk conceptions

the catalogue lie of polyester folds

hides our animal ghost
our hot breath relegated  
in the toothless tv land
of our reluctant white plaque minds

and out there in the day in the world
the carpet the cement 
the macadam and tile
steel and glass
are exile
from
the
meat
of forest earth

from the mail online