WAITING FOR DATA 

Asleep in the ruins hung inside, acid alert bookish skin

days exert their feet climbing look askance see Everest assistance

with one good leg.

Legitimate winner’s see Toadflax roadside head out you can’t catch me they

say in yellow greening waste site. Sit awhile and spew the monstrous glory of it all.

Mine, yours, ours all folds into a perfect murder

night is real, the gas on obstinate saturates of capital on

the edge of this world.

Pilfer out of dreams new species; forms beautiful facia storms ahead

but not today.

 How much gross is wastage?

All is not well

All will never be well

         to piss 

  to 

Walk into a hang

                    over 

you never recover 

                   from 

entertain

                      meant to bleed

noise nose bleed together

she was disingenuous offal 

                      officiating distinct purple

yellow flower heads 

                              your line diagonal

 

scratch out a place

         to 

   exist an exit 

together we live

                      wrong / song

it’s our favourite

fresh paint licks 

                                  the back of the throat

your songs are all wrong 

                 not desire 

but in the back behind the eye

                                          lids

a breeding has been disturbed 

stopping breathing now would be absurd.

 

 NULL AND VOID

A loose tepid something glistens around the bend

origin unknown books on Blake strewn around the room 

type face font ungrateful messiah know-it-all magazine editors’ online

edition runaway percussion unit scored its own goals frustrated librarian

your ideas won’t gestate enough to escape the hoovering delivery

spout bookish thugs in fake cocktail lounge

shy banter piecemeal luxury grammar school dropouts

knocked into stuffing semaphore pigments into downstream notation

mental case internet academic plaintive piano utility buggy franchise

lawn frostings upturned crime scene photo 120 dollar crack binge

foraging for yellow blisters the gorgon blood moon rise humming

contempt for everything even the roadside fox carrion takes the dancing gloss

to avoid a cold fingered crushing salute.

Long haul overdone inside lane no good helpful expanding curlew 

aggravated dark Lol Coxhill narrates the revised bridge section with helpful commentary this time

we are air

I am doing 

Nothing doing

Air

Scum surge survival wave

Null

Void.

 HOMELESS ON ACID

 

Dreary below above and beneath

homelessness on acid just belting the cosmos

hard in the face jumping through time 

bending out on hoops

curling up floating staring through the endless milky night.

 

Your breath is on acid 

 Something heavy between the blackberry and the funnel web

cracked out of the sun’s heel 

feeds the hornet’s whisper of death

bat rites trick in the dusk 

more diary poems 

semaphore wind chimes echo nuclear locations.

 

You and I grow old like tea and whisky

we follow the secret pathogens littering the sailor’s path

smiles unfold in a horror-scope of favourites closed up against

each new direct debit obligation.

 Poem Q & A

moving sand

enjoy it be glad it exists

crunchy under foot

an easy antiphony 

likes looking up words

new feelings for bread

they turned off the water.

Why nobody knows

but now we are thirsty

for something

Chupacabra !

to appear

inside this heavy heat.

 POORLY RECIEVED

 

Lighting flash sink bulb weed in the outhouse / 

the finger tap

of bee hitting window / it’s war outside / eat porridge stay out of the sun / theory based alchemy / lachrymose compensation procedure / as that is what it is / try harder / belched the scrap heap / scratching towards the sprinkler / it’s a heavy war / try harder / always please your best efforts only / effortless / as it may seem / this was as good as it got / fierce delivery / powder cakes / attrition / dead men on an island / south pacific / burning lawns / urban myths / orange squash / re-uptake inhibitors / gather at dusk / in the shade of the baobab tree / trust them / they are your friends / like the cloak of ambiguity / that you must wear / at all cost.

 

Multitasking in the multiverse / now isolate the bee’s breath / carrier bags of wisdom / litter the cluttered north London flat / when police broke in / they found the body / in an advanced stage / of decomposition / next witness / chimes bell at crow call / ambient methods without being sullen / hypnotise / the sprinkler / do you want some / dangerous dog lover / when the rain pours in through your eyes / then out of the mouth / a carved gator / tincture of cannabis infused with elderflower /

 caught out by the ebb tide / 

 

Peace fractured at last 

a brokered silence breaks out

Wind slams the patio door

 dragging the bricks 

Courtship innuendo 

the puffed up collar of a mating pigeon

Like an Edwardian ruff 

staging a tragedy by the ponds negotiating

Crumpled cans from 700 million light years hanging out for the UHF

Daily message playing chess in another galaxy 

formalism and entropy

At the edge of language 

to infinity and beyond was not what Foucault said

it’s a marmite philosophy

leave a trail of reference points in case we get lost

10 minutes concentrated effort now sleep for an hour

500 words a week the future’s bright the future 

Is purple and red and coming in at 300 km an hour

Most have evacuated or at least dug a hole of language

So deep that exhumation is impossible

Throat-warblers Bee eaters Californian King Fishers have all been

Sighted way off their normal migratory paths the world’s on fire 

They say you smell of frozen food and colossal waste your mind 

does not correlate with anything real or rational and yet you are safely fed in streamers bunting animal lights and gorgeous cheeses.

So redecorate and move on ignite in glorious splendour those technicolour treats

 

That prove you are not alone but part of a collective whole. The obliterated seascape is your home horizon.