Sunday, 22 January 2023

 NOCTURNE OF DANK

 

Put yourself in an obscure place

 

inside time but outside space

 

sidereal cavern the scrying door

 

frozen street monsters leering 

 

broken night people taking their shoes off

 

outside

 

ugly midwinter shadows

 

real poverty

 

that last hour before the dawn

 

as long as there’s drink

                                         you don’t care about me

 

suck your mum, she’s a cunt

 

take me to McDonalds and fuck me over

adopt the survival manners

 

of the military industrial season

 

deliberate sabotage invisible camouflage 

 

in light haze of hate dreams 

 

sitting carrier bag still caked in frost

 

we used to be modern

 

the green lines say not finished

 

two place mats one orange and some berries

 

home an open sore canker

 

cracked the salvo inherited weapons larder

 

debt death long life lease orison 

 

tension of hold and release orthotics

 

you’re grey turning greyer

 

Chelsea hotel ghost turn the taps off

 

coming round on a strange sofa after blacking out

 

dust motes and skull ache a living death

 

trapped in a cycle of debt and derangement

 

all because you didn’t pass your eleven plus

 

nocturne of dank you went missing

to finish the drugs

 

avoid the pavement bends

 

under foot hobbit holes

 

spell out love ‘n geist 

 

abandon the upper moist

 

track back to breathe 

 

yes chronic

 

not todays.

 

 

Sunday, 1 January 2023

 Rain tower king eats pills to stay alive

what hope comes from silver powders

falling upstairs into overgrown ash

gardens to fail is to live 

walk miles to find each reaction smokes 

out another beginning.

 

The choice is chance of a life disturbed 

by wine and waiting riding the back roads

searching for lights behind the shutters

grateful ever so grateful eyes unfold to

a place to lie down dry enough to sleep

for a while, peaceful.

 

The tide line the shore the flood plain

swill the pints down glorious expansions

the pressure lifts into obscurity through

the foliage comes a reckoning zig zag markings

roughly hewn polythene sack and smell

of epoxy resin black tar on stilts risen with the sun

mercurial whispers of autumn winds coming over 

the marsh.