Tuesday 31 March 2015

HOMELESS BIOGRAPHY 3



to
die on train tracks   

lost in graffiti sidings

unable to adjust

to
too-late 

tiny flat 

salvation 

 
from tumblr.com


Monday 30 March 2015

SCREENSAVER



the sky is an
endless
and
ripped
picture
of birds and clouds and planes
tacked
over
our Truman hubris hanging heads
like
a
screen saver
to
keep
the
fraud
from burning thru

from tboake.com

Friday 27 March 2015

HOMELESS BIOGRAPHY 2


homeless
come
from 
stuggling farms country silence
to
army deep-end postings
to
londons cul-de-sac parks
nursing 
busted limbs with brown beer
between
fist fights for found empties
and
screaming rows over stolen fivers
and
staking out with brotherless claws
warm dry night territories 
under tourist bridges
rumbling with commuter trains 
to 
[surprise]
learn chess in hospital rehab
and
travel the world with wealthy indians
playing
at
competition level 





from amazon.com

Thursday 26 March 2015

HOMELESS BIOGRAPHY 1



homeless shoot homebrew undrugs 
into 
thumbtak tattoo arteries 

tracks
expand
like
chalk quarries uncovered industrial veins

homeless
only 
as concerned as we are with kettle limescale 

then
grow doves wings 
in 
grocers doorways



 

 from amazon.com

Tuesday 24 March 2015

SPRING COCK



the spring air
holds
a
taste somehow
of
all
the
seasons
on
its
quiet
backdoor breath 
and
in
the
sounds of birds

still tho
the
world
is
a
cock in my ear
dry-fingering
any
tender
hole
in the funeral of monday morning


from dreamatico.com

Monday 23 March 2015

SMALL LIGHT WITH A COLD GLOW



to be absent from work
for
an
extended period
is to be at once mysterious and forgotten
and
any
return
to
anything
but 
instantly re-established status quo
for
instance
shorter hours and a lighter work load
results
in
strange silences and half-looks
across
the
department
even
tho
procedure has been followed
without
favour


 
 from pixxgood.com

Friday 20 March 2015

TREE POME PIC


damn your surveyor 
and
compromised foundations !
you fence me in
and
cut back my arms
when
i
only
reach
for
the sun
to
grow
and
to
shade you
 

Tuesday 17 March 2015

MORE MOON



earths exiled soul
some
drunk
writer called it

i
call
it
a
sad beige button
holding
the
universe
shut


 
from the telegraph.co.uk
 



Monday 16 March 2015

TESCO



tesco 8 AM
the
cafe
slowly fills
with
pale denim men
needing toast
tired
with
the 50% off rail
where
everything
is
small
or
for
kids going skiing

well i've walked into rituals here
systems
and
routine
of
'help for heroes hoodies'
and
supermarket levis

big
windows
let in the estuary light
but
theyre
frosted
to hide the elevated section
of
the
A132


from yelp.co.uk

Friday 13 March 2015

POINTS (exploded sub-haiku)



this is a point in time

i
am
a
point
in
space

not v specific, i know

but
its
a
start 


 
from thecreatorsproject.vice.com

Thursday 12 March 2015

ONCE I KNEW TWO SOLDIERS




ex-soldiers 
on
fucktowns ear-bite streets
work
temp contracts
in
the
malls dusty backways
demobbed and dumb
tight
with
steroids and shruken tempers
fighting off duty cops
on 

drinking night
in
the
light
of
a
MacDonalds window
locked up now
on
Dartmoor
painted too real 
from wars smudged palette 
of 
greys 
and 
red
from www.worldwar1postcards.com

Wednesday 11 March 2015

DONT WE KNOW ?



dont we know 
we're 
all 
cold 
together
on
the
bottle
shop
corner 
burning
for
a
hit of Love or fix of Ideas
under the same round moon 
that 
seems to MEAN something
with
its
gangster stare sneaking and creeping
street low
behind terraces 
or
high and mocking in silver clouds 
looking down at us
adding
up
pitiful
dollar-pounds
in
front
of
sick
blue
tv
chattering repition like dim dawn birds
in
the label language 
of 
cement concrete and city clay ?
moon over denmark from www. kimmatthiesen.dk

Tuesday 10 March 2015

IMAGINE NO PHIL COLLINS





3 PM
nowhere town

stale like bird-table breadcrumbs

gets
by
on new Morrisons
and
extra lanes on the A Road
and
endless drs visits
where
we
whine
about
our standard decay

and
John Lennon sings idealism from the receptions radio
sounding
in the 21st C
like
quaint wallpaper or unremarkable rain

and
everyone here to hear it
has
bigger sicker fish to fry
crumple people
too numb
to dream

but
when
next
Phil Collins sucks the soul from a Detroit classic
 
thats
when
Johns song
shines
the
most
 from thedrum.com

Monday 9 March 2015

FAR FROM THE GRABBING CROWD (SATURDAY NIGHT)





8 pm drive-thru
is
an
oasis in the industrial night
and
we’re queuing together for our supper
and
we make our noises
and
our sounds
and
they matter
and
are our song
and
this small car
we
bought together
plays
Radio 2 and Queen
and
drives us back home
to
stroke the old and dusty cat
who’s
tears have dried
into
crust on his nose
and
we
eat
our
fried chicken from its boxes
home
alone
on
the
sitting room rug
far
from
the grabbing crowd


 from brand.eating.com