Sunday, 29 March 2020




                                                                     3
Grab the snatch weight: hive it to bring out green fronds; meeting such internal findings incur glow covers, membranes and divergent cell patterns. Two-fold evidence of DNA furze bringing together pulsing limbic ensign sky flares scratching into web scars. Unfurled start stammering; undoing wrong wringing it out, slapped and shuttered, out of it. Catapults poet over splosh, unto a tattoo voiced sprinting into horror. Brush central bower now grimed out hollow mists. Cloying, screaming, integral  as hung ballast launch to find bitter pangolin scales.
                                                                        4
Unrecoiling against tower of merchandise. Boarded up we wait impatiently for some new charge. The leader and hierophants are sick; the smell of almonds sits on the edge of the wind infiltrating in its own representation an idea of the finality of it all. Images of vice live under full spectra analysis; hope is on the wing, swallow’s arrival imminent collapse branch deferred interest slides by on heavily greased axles. Song is a rubbish dump clapping out fronds of giant plastic enveloping moss scrim and crack and break under the weight of surveillance operatives.  You’ve been caught on camera now pay what you owe; scored around the edge oozing sugar slow roasted. 

Friday, 27 March 2020




Writing sideways.                                       
                                                                        1 
     ….overt storm warnings gravel struck trance weapons scrying mirror effaced reality quest. Boing boing garrulous yet muster grain truth beyond patient wit cycle of derailed pyscho’s.
Energy block field work to enhance reality roadside gift pottery wheel nice day out beside summer chain effused memory distemper horse field gallops off. Orange chocolate giving wheels sand blasted fresh opening into sun lit courtyard time now appraisal grief stained opprobrium red admiral stuck in a web.

2
Bin-work inside cannister blown forwards with incidents of grey old musk: hive suspicion blankets use the cold reality of it. Upturned smart bicycle fluorescent fascists demolish meatballs today and every-day. Now ensconced in Babylon block chain freak out butterflies on the march bright line of sense degraded muscle tone gesture to harms melt-way. Aggressive instauration flitch beam flicker: now move inside corporate end zone. Commiserations bloom let’s be thankful for map of origin full grown in lime spirit tree fold.



Lying in the flightpath
Of an ending
Corrosive stalks break into spring
Laughter and clapping
Orange and red
Bespoke wings grafted onto a mythical beast
Crocus and daffodil
Turmeric and cinnamon breezes
Wake up early remain in sight
Luxury vapours                            breathe ahhhhhhhhhhh
Tributaries flow out from the heart’s reservoir
Canals pulse into the toes
Tingle
Once you were just
You.
Now, we they them us strive
Family ecology under threat
Possible worlds flicker
Yellows and blues 
Work in silence to reward
The time taken to live again
Today.

Monday, 23 March 2020





After the Washing Up Is Done
Sublet to meet herd take ruin to the edge. Power slump grasp amulet wink.
Posh vices mingle over raided store situation. Lambast weak stock take up new yoga strategies. Slump delusion fire grasp intake weed inlet with choreographed suspense mime. Task corporate finance muster ‘Meadowlands’ dump water intake sludge self-accumulated viral stuff life. Night Vigil of Shen Zhou encased in bricks, coffee, anti-depressants etc. 
Clean eyes 
Wake up
In rubbish pile
Hand stretches out to grasp
Strong Cider
North Circular
Unprecedented carnival mortality rate fresh lace blossom stink rusted flood sedimentary membrane tusk. Thick neck geese predatory fisherman exploded motors tents in the bush’s furtive survival instinct.
Pub bores croak, “I want to get it so that I’ll either be ok or I’ll be dead.”
Hand shakes kiss of death stay in the car dear I’ll go and get the tea.
Cough like a whining band saw heavy toxic cigarettes loaded in full view. Pumped fever open ventilator site map. Cyanide coaster dance light year sketch laughter treasure house rheumy eyed under depths of trust.
Infinite lung waste crunchy underfoot time embodied waking lids open shop plague feast.
It is here now we are in the thick of it “farewell you sigh, keep in touch.”
I won’t you can bank on it.
Cooped up desperate make tea time tease brain implications serotonin crumpled paper ending now that the washing up is done.

Friday, 20 March 2020




Not working from home 

Shrieking like a hurricane, 
Old weasel face wants an answer any answer, pretend to care todays matters are already immaterial to
The process. Watching blasphemers get stoned on tv as rowers cross the pacific.  difficulties in the bedroom. Prominent teeth; exudes the necessary self-belief. Cannot comprehend doubt, just won’t let it inside.
Know your dumbself numb it into Being.
20 % off “this stinking afternoon of bargain mildewed boozathon”
‘Afroburgers:’ the opening salvo, break clocks close time and now morning head is throbbing, stalking a sickness and the vital obsessions, the death dance, slip off the edge of the world embrace spiritual junk treatise new theory on the power of alone-ness: fragments of dystopian trinkets glow in the dusk somewhere between Turnpike and Wood Green, aggressive coffee makers join forces. Everything is damp up there pull up the carpet and see the face of Jesus in tea stained outline. A few crushed mixed tapes. Attack / trance / jungle stations. Next Vista!
Another cold corrupt place from the memory vaults this time it’s a frozen solid freezer compartment with a frozen solid dead read inside it. Abuse the page.
Wake up to Holy Hell in the strange night foxes strangulated cries 
Agate / Onyx / Amethyst (deceivers) / Emerald / Ruby / Sapphire
Quartz / Anthracite / Diamonds and Gold.
The engine fires up the component body parts grinding together in another grip of mutual responsibility to them They the kids.
Twisting plastic rainbows cling to harsh spring branches not yet budded hard white like knuckles, give us a break they say to the wind whipping down from Ikea.
That embedded faded can you’ve been looking at for twelve years at the same spot along the canal, once was Tango.
Provisions, provisions, honeyed dew paper to wipe arse all gone cleaned out. ‘Dynamic wrecking effect’ (Oliver Crainer on Johnson’s strategy)
Note to Self:
Self-worth / self-loathing / self – ish / self-realisation / self-satisfaction / sense of self / self-harm / self-centred / self-sacrifice / self-help / do-it-your-self / self-orientated / self-conscious / self-love / self-aware / work self / home self / him self / her self
Self-sacrifice.
Kill your Self. That’s what the Buddhist’s say. 
 The smell of music followed us down the hall 
She makes music with microphones attached to a womb mixed in with sounds from the heart put through multi layers of effects for ultimate mix down, resourceful has own record ‘label’ industrious.
Or a spinning wheel of light flayed with incandescent sheets of energy fields.
Knackered today and yesterday spent the entire time looking up alternatives to bereft.
Loss will do.
Children begin with alien chatter quarantine camp from poly tunnels seminar on virtual violence.
Brand image optimal template bespoke cogs ambitious derivatives boxing canopy.
Radiation of stale bright blue algae infused with petrochemical scum overhanging fronds of orange frothy moss guarded by a fleet of slow-moving thuggish swans.

Thursday, 27 February 2020





The content of landscape
‘From being imagined,’
                                        In spite of a disturbed world
Hot dangerous Japanese day dreams
Killer whales in pods swim in your dream oceans
New prescriptions, new horizons, bending latitudes
Trace the arc of that back pain down to the base of your spine
The post traumatic shock of birth
Both being born and birthing this music is the colour of derelict punks 
You sigh and a world is blown apart
Ancient river of joggers blossoms now
The dredger makes his way through silted waterways
Water curses and courses 
Swoon round the Hackney delta, the Riviera
 River Area.
Rainham, lone horse field more rain 
Solid gold meat wizards with a hard spot for you crushed into
The carvery cavalry.
“What’s the weather like tomorrow?’
“Shit.”
Graffiti tags of Moist, Span, Time and Taste
Grow along the tracks natural as lichen they are almost invisible unless you appreciate
Their wit and ingenuity.
Riding the Medway express bouncing and rattling over the rails
A million pies fly past the windows rain sloshed and frost oh look over there the outline of a castle.
Obscure South London stations break off into rolling fields and combs and wolds.
Bold ideological opposition is what is required from Generation Left they say.
I say “I asked for the vegetarian option”; mesmerised by a clearly meat susage that has been delivered by mistake.
You and I are merely a failed business venture, a vacant lot cancelled out by down time.
                                  Where it happened

                       When existence                   
                                                                               Ran away 
What with 
                                                 All the Being
            Now                                                                                         what

Your                                                                                        tired

                        Walk.                                       Once
Now                                                     over

                                                            Here?

Tuesday, 11 February 2020





Catching Dust
Perfectly compacted 
Thought,                       

               Packaging to relish & savour,
Last night 
                            the landscape of my youth was flooded.
A green parakeet sat against a pink background of blossom
Leaside on    the Hackney Rivera.

Potholes in the speed control zone
Lime paste pickles jars of it

Black skinned Brazilian
Another book about the redemptive power of swimming
Genuflect on the gregarious outdoors 
Pile up on the M25
Flooding as an “act of God”
Lattice of tiles
Murmuring in your face
Hovering under the skin
It is the swimming lane
Highway that refreshes the most
“smell the flowers while you can” says Woynarowicz; “you’ll take anything when you can’t get nothing”.
Pub banter over and under and over again,
“There’s always reality, nothing wrong with dreams.” And a face full of alcohol.
Stop, breathe start a pop-up shop to exorcize your grief at a life lost living limp lurching
Forward
Pulse chain 
Berger / Bolan / Poe
Locals
Torrential Ginsberg today in the library
Great beat gusts all over the place
Rock star’s pop up shop again
Nose drizzle speaks volumes of 
Coagulated snot amid a tunnel of parakeets that threaten to kill
The landscape is a midden and you are failing 
Killing time with the other bums reading the paper
Educate yourself out of poverty it says but
Stay in your lane
Pedantic steam punks working in the gaming industry
Arcane rituals / abandoned caravan park / ever more aggressive dogs
Standing at a bus stop watching the ebb tide
Work over rough notes etc ….