“I am wanting to turn out to be lover”

 

Buries self in back bedroom internal universe never to return it’s ok we like it here they say. But the Wi-Fi is shady. Serious work with solid intent. Melancholy drug abuse heavy lidded swansong just about fifty years to get comfortable still staring out the back window watching it all go by.

Conflicts light up the windscreen; four geese skim to a halt then take off again immediately. The municipal pond bubbles with winter scum one eyelid flicks open then disappears; trees are giving up their last leaves. Come to know deserted creep streets around the closed-up bars. Crumbs sulk rat-like on the dark deserted city table.  

Every act of terminal resistance, along tenuous fault lines on the brink of collapse. Seeking solace in mundane beauty is often ineffectual just the same. Bubbles keep rising; they are not commensurate with the idea of successful living. Images in the rear-view, squalls of gull farms like waste modules that pepper our spirit with granulated symphonies splayed out over the scorched remains.

Hairy colossus of mossy cosmos forms. If I collapse to bring forward new space then the order is strip.

Order unguents furnish agents in glitter robes & golden things. Eat up flutes standing to read over simmer in sleepy resignation. If it is functional post punk funk. Bring into overwrought colour swatches repeat prints hidden heron pools. 

Deliciously arboreal state; what combinations of words remain untapped? Noctilucent corona above the reservoir courses down to dry pooling reserve. Within this source of inertia stock will fall. Glowering memory of esteemed pre-set graticule force machine. It is the of impulse listless leaning bowered enface towards a crazy chief. Uprising to wound the demonic blast wave compounding an internal revenue rebate pending. Volte face situation recharged via USB port blown out sub heading leaf less. Quarantined books may remain in the little lending library until vaccinated. Elsewhere the wretched of the earth roam with dogs in tow. Home baked star fish surprise all full up of love giving songs censorious roaring fall after too much whisky talk.

The Barnet job rumbles on; it’s all eight-hour days that rain down like liquid cement. Tented outside the infected Zone we assist with reading, progress of any kind is regarded as progress.

 Open veins worldwide webs officialdom make-up chiasmus face time

Sweat out yoga protest march injustice assassinate power base control time

Don’t want no adverts in my brain today heavy metal thunder time

You love meaningless statistics they said; corresponding data time

Watching the seasons change is the cycle of death into life time

Damp walls in this bus shelter; bus that never runs on time

So, let me get this straight; but no hang on, what did Heidegger mean?

Wasted thought time, bones rubbing matt; what’s Sanskrit for hip replacement?

We know more about fiction than reality; our reality is a fiction

Drinking too much again painting the fireplace the colour of melted chocolate

If poetry is gibberish then what is gibberish? 

Stop trying; just wait now for something to happen. got kicked out of the cat scrap garden 

Squares of living dying space brutal places hurled against the shore

Decaying flood plains ride out on the Canvey Express mini bus direct from Stamford Hill

You won’t believe the prices

Bingo ! The yoga matts arrived so fast. Conspiracy theory on thought for the day that is right, God is the biggest one ah but he’s benevolent says the rector 

Vs. Spector and that hard drugs and cider mates love that line.

The Pastels are good too. Watching a stand-off between the neighbouring cats; they enter some deep 

time aggression poised in small movements it’s martial arts.

Deep mossy intel on the opiates score front all correct except for Big Star now leave bandit boils 

Leverage on the closing bell sanctimonious but of course there was no one to answer for it.

Suggestions please sample products first attention span of a slice of ham banality diatribe phony 

references to ‘nature’; dive into the nearest bin culture theorist’s seminar. Jaywick plankton all the way down the Blackwater specimens found toxic flea repel ants living on the shore sun beam horizons river run horoscopes played backwards cd fly tip dumped hope foetid ageing.

 What is that sound scratching

From below

Where does it belong

In the house?

Force fed disappointment to no avail

We and I prevail without inhibitors that bind

Us to the means of production

Percussion blends with the sounds from the street; the “caw, caw” and the sirens come to claim us.

Spot check luck balance either mania or mood good

Today let us luxuriate in this madness

Call it bi-polar if you like but I would say

That this condition is non-binary; both states belong exclusively in each other’s company.

If I was a carpenter and you were a lady…

Systems analysis coffee pulsar inquest grail battery farm osmosis is this real?

Now that we are desperate we can begin again.

Lovely drizzle down the window; outside shapes, people or blobs.

Headache beacon or is my brain to explode on this day?

Fly tip sutra, damp burnt smell on approach; smashed shards of mirror glass on the trail. Look at your 

broken reflections.

 

It doesn’t have to be long,           this thing 

Whatever it is, doesn’t need to take all night

Is what we’re thinking. The just to let go; unfold the body.

Don’t rush, last time in the grip of some fever some madness exposure.

Present emptiness; is the subject. 

How can you make a profit?

Push through to the next level of fulfilment.

Calm your pen down! Is that a question of ethics?                        Japanese Sea Shanty

Damn this broken nail praise the rain though

Luxurious November dark

Descending

 

OPERATING SYSTEMS

The squeezed mouth of the world. Human ore failed antigen; tangled matter, the swamp. 

where long slow drones pulse; 

 voice surfaces through  

 dry ground 

 ‘Warning – deep excavations’

every patch of clear water; suspended pale pink. The image of this in my memory grows stronger the more time passes. I know it will probably stick around forever.

 

A dead nail a totally dead nail

Nailed dead totally 

 

Unaccustomed to the cord tightening; to the belt lashings

Spooky make up minions floating in nylon cobwebs

Inchoate hunger patterns hang over limbless tree dream orange scrub

Take a page before the voices are lost

Our loss

 

Choral elision overlaps harmonics disturbed sleep rupture synapse 

Waffle over omit to wound light break nebulous reflex coffee attire romp resound to sea shore trance 

Breakers flounder storage hangout. Unending imagination suppression life choice virtue face platform exchange. Memo in soft graylight aloft fragile edifice dashed on brain rot resolve. Tedium tremens natch tangled oxygen tentacle pen raw with essential to wit murderous owl’s volley. Water marshes Essex freeway personhood synthetic grief corridor impotent messenger bird recall.

Face towards the grip misdirection trunk knuckle up sloppy switching scratch cards Pleades trinket mucous unloved star glistens. Weeping rust signage scooter mist wings flapping squally luxury words repeat order words. Control lines order ingress run off knees nettle grab the inter-order grease. Chime blue berry overflow peeling paint obstruct swollen suburban glands sports wrought lager gene. 

Head washed up diagnostic obliterate pasta. Fire rehearsing unbecoming nuclear legs head wound agenda. That the corners of the mouth afford nourish pocket wiped memory bent out of shape chip shop wizard comb lemon drizzle porno stash foot prints avocado face time aubergine the other way.