Tuesday, 30 March 2021

make it clear / they call it chaos




make it clear / they call it chaos


a wounded deer on the straight road

though the pines. low on fuel and signal.

crows survey the failing light. burger sauce

on a national trust map.


it is not

confusing / complicated / hard to navigate /

or make sense of / it is

straight forward /

we are not in chaos /

we have turned sharp right

you know of those / who drove it that way

your job is to make them

stop

Wednesday, 24 March 2021

These warnings, are trusty



These warnings, are trusty

 

The workers are tired,

trapped with absolute terror.

Touchy wardens, are they.

Toyed with; artists, truly

taxed, worried and torn.

 

Try whimsical, after ten

totalitarian weekenders, a thousand

totalling wind-ups, against tinsel

titled wankers all tucked-up

toasty, within allibaster towers.

 

Theiving, wherever. All tokenistic.

Triumphing worthy altruistic tendancies.

Trust. We’re all tuning

to whatever airways, trading

tik with any tok.

 

Tories will always try

to wantanly alienate, to

totemically wrest, auto-tune tribalism,

top-down widespread allied tabiod

toss, whenever attitudes tire.

 

This, when actual tradespeople

turn willingly against themselves,

taking whatever acid treaties

they will accelerate tomorrow.

Think why, allus this.

 

Treat without all thoughtfuness

these words - and these

three-line whipped and tyranic

tuchusleckers will always triumph.

These warnings, are trusty.


 

Friday, 19 March 2021

Flagshaggers #1

The ghost of Stan Boardman illegitimately pigeon scraps over pellets of relevance in the rain smelted park, as the chalky grip of dibble dust dissolves off of his kicked-in teeth. #FlagShaggers

Minions Like Us



 POLYSTYRENE ARENA

MPS AND BLIGHTY LAGS


HOT TOPIC TAKEAWAY

COMMENT DUTY


CRACKING FLAGS





Thursday, 11 March 2021

to the objects



to the objects / oi you / yes you / you
dangling doyle / who likes to get phys
ical with y' arsehole-at-arms defense
technique / I will distill / till the fumes
knock y' sick / take a life-long look at
the large print writ / eye this up for an
insta / simple / DON'T BE A DICK 

Sunday, 7 March 2021

Down Where the Baggies Roll



I knew I’d be licking the sticky

floor with the rest.

It was writ large on

the flyer.

The bounce and pop gives

no pity.

Skirt spins look mag-nificent

from down here,

at least.

To catch a breather for

easier times, is

all I’ve got.

As shrapnel for the phone box,

my last,

disappears into

a sprung floor gap,


I blame the management.

 

Monday, 1 March 2021

#2

 

the indoor pork-pie worked

virtually as hard as

grafting boots beneath


Sunday, 28 February 2021

#1


covert coats ditched for the in-fight 

Excuse me, I am an apple

 

Do you need a horse?

I need a book

Are you listening to this man? 

I have small apples

I do not have more juice for you 


Our fish is wearing a shirt

Our duck likes water 

The dog does not write 

The man leaves mushrooms in the restaurant 

I am a horse 


I do not know anything about you

Your solution is impossible

Our generation drinks coffee

A decade is not a second

I remember this boring party 

Your generation is not good

I see my ceiling

I am behind the door 

It is because of you 

I am a horse


I am not going to the party because I am dirty

I am looking for a short, young man

Why do you have a job? 

I am an artist, not a policeman


I like my long socks

My violet plates are dry

Your green trousers are dry

I am a horse 


I am selling metal and plastic things

I am carrying a cat now

This is my enemy

If he drinks, I eat

I am not a good person

I am looking for a new group of friends

This cheese is completely green


This is not fear, this is hatred

An animal is not a thing

Blood is red like wine

Hatred is the cause of his failure

Where is my next bottle?

I am clean

I am not cheerful,

Even though I am drinking wine

The enemy of my enemy is my friend


They do not want you to play with something

His parents do not have a swimming pool

Is this really your family?


Usually I am not sad

I like my village

We cook in a different way here

The cat quickly cuts tomatoes

Let’s show him, who the boss is here

Why is he standing so far away from us?

You have blood on your hands!


We are from the foundation

Our society does not read books

Do rich people eat sandwiches? 


I do not like this dress, but I wear it

This is not my decade

I am still a policeman

I am somewhere here


I am a horse


Wednesday, 24 February 2021

a low hazard


a doormat volcano is
a piece of tomorrow
we eat permissions
for domestic use

fawning golf balls
sponsored by kwik koffin
find another starmer
costume drama

it's blue as fuck
i am Cov

After Volcanologist Diana Roman



before the storm we

eat cake wi' icing spreading

as if it were calm

the post-news telly erupts

the forecast proverbial 

Thursday, 18 February 2021

Friday, 12 February 2021

On Government



Skating the issue /

Garlands ungathered /

Remain perennial 


In wanton neglect /

The bluebell crowd /

Poke heads


The bite skips no-one

Wind cheaters run fast




Saturday, 23 January 2021

Watching Magpies

 


The disaster match narrator knows the drill boring left to right I draw a beard instead

Wednesday, 20 January 2021

Red Darren

 I sharpen my horse a virtual

   cowboy bluntly points out

      a real first-monther


Thursday, 14 January 2021

Streaming a Haiku

 fish breathe

first month rivers wide

not knowing 

coming 

or going