Wednesday, 30 January 2019



Accept The Terms

Thrown together in an artificial reliance; yet the quality of service remains
acceptable. 
Because of the necessary obligations you will receive this disbursement towards
the end of the week.
Let’s feel powerless together but expect more under the crystal ventures that streak across

the sky.

“Life is a theme park” half whispered, I can’t agree, but more than this it’s not true but it doesn’t 
matter because as usual you are half right.
Shit, in a west coast of American way, re-arranged without concessions to this relentless ice pan
screeching to a halt.
 the heart murmurs  protect your ears

 sonic decay dancing around the garden.
Arriving early we watched and waited for signs of life,
small moments,
a door opened and someone threw out
an empty packet of croissants.
If I could control my thoughts what would it mean, ideas arrive to order or blank walls
dripping with nothing.
It’s ok, I’ll just live in the library, find a significant corner overshadowed and out of sight.
Stay there for years. Move section by section guided by the noise of the fans on the roof. Mesmerised by the sound of typing, in a trance walking through the rooms at night, turn into a gas to get through cracks in the walls, might meet some other eyes , mine glow red, the other pair pulses back blue that’s what you call serendipity or circumstance.
Spend a few minutes stretch the brain panels and wash the bones down to heat up anew procession.
Take on a passage like Benjamin cornered, battling the ghost of Baudelaire. Staring into the museum of emptiness but quick you grabbed it, now flee.

Saturday, 26 January 2019

4:33 am rain on the roof
Is proof of life

Rain in the eaves of the old loft
The breathing in and out of a child on an adjacent bed
Is proof of life

Being inside in winter
When the weather is foul
Is part of life
To be outside at this moment 
Would be survival 
At the best outcome 

Last night we pulled a cart around the city swamp 
Rain soaked pub cacophony 
Was bewildering 
We stopped to look
It did not look back


Tuesday, 22 January 2019



Tidal time

moon time 
pull on the tide
up now
ripping us 
together 
apart
torn
throwing time 

fact begin
does fact begin
memory time 
die distilled
artefact. A snapshot
so clap 
now stored
liquified brains
this or that
you snapped it
forget the warm block 
the blood pulse vortex
purple and writhing his legs 
my mind
as usual
Shit 
the vague recollections 

ripped up 
scattered to the wind 
romantic metaphors.

Thursday, 17 January 2019




‘Imagination dead imagine’
As a point
To depart from the
Thing in itself is a landing
From a raft made of twine
That comes below the tidal flood plain
Take horror
Rusted causeway 
Over the flats
Seeking stars 
Useful guide
To the brain skin stretched over
The skull
If indeed we are being in time
Then to know time exists
There must be
This idea
To belong
On the frosted bus lanes
The music box chimes up
Dainty and supernatural
Like a daily dose of something good
Refusal to engage will
Lead to alienation
Chastisement
The hard bop of an afterthought
Not fully formed yet
Still moving towards
The novum of hard thought
Of conscience
To begin 
Let’s play
In case of indeed yes
Beginning to unfold in time
Dimensions resist to rust
Machinery left out over
Many seasons
You’re not dead yet she said
Laughed we
Without eyes without teeth
The village rests on a pile of bones
That people call home


Sunday, 6 January 2019

Fall into abyss

Feel the hot weight of time

Night surrender 

Time is endless 

But also finite

The creep is crazy

Years pass like days

Dawn crawls around

Try to take control 

Of night winged territory 

The casement for the 

Window is solid

The thought process is


Robust against terrors 

Tuesday, 1 January 2019




work

home

sensate eclipse / belief system

torn morsel / placate standing

inchoate uninhabitable

song