Thursday 2 November 2017




We were looking for transcendence
But we found
Broken shells run away wind chime fragments of peculiarities waifs and strays
Curly and off this stance to be afraid no good
Nosferatu farts loudly it echoes around this belfry
Swinging up
The mad king sits on a throne of melting wax the tide reports at his feet
Curlews cormorants’ corncrakes picnic of periwinkles
Stagger into the village pub portable darts chamber
Potted guts please line them up aggressive contrarian swagger
unorthodox Jew takes flight still recoils from that shadow on the stair
wait “discover jazz” learn how to ring small birds dig in like a fox
back wheel spins out of control brown dirt rhythms deforested land
coelacanths’ cauliflowers and crustaceans these are a few
muster must make muster pass exams brave to thyself
fight yes fight always never flight
and never too jovial that’s a weakness
so pour it pour it out let’s hear it all
do we have a choice but yes it could be good again or like last night’s fish fry or last week’s potato?
or a TV series about Wales
what rot sentimental uncalled for please refrain tradition will not allow this make distinct please
rewrite please
dark inside the primitive hut. Winter no sun, tundra, but UK tundra, wastes, but lights in the near distance, pretends he’s a wild man, mates bring him snacks and cans from the shop, you can see the shop from the hut.
Make possession take music like jazz buy more but
Not for then moment like yes more jazz came now
Create jazz now like more jazz fun flicker
Take enough more drugs to get high
To like jazz in a new more possessing way
Is jazz too like then the more of jazz
But soon it breaks through and then you really know what you felt all along was a genuine affinity for jazz music and centrifugal empathy for its discipline and energy wow America you gave us jazz oh thanks oh thanks for the jazz music.
Baudelaire’s rag pickers
Phantasmagorical dusty with wisdom from every crystal memory vision
Every corner cupboard of memory

And this will end abruptly 

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