"The most arid stench is often richest' - Frank O'Hara

Be vociferous it is your nature

Shout the odds commune with your fellow animals

Load the tumble dryer

It was designed to make life simpler

Today is a quiz show

It’s called “Who Fucking Cares?”

The most misanthropic contestant wins a prize

A life time supply of nothing

And a free voucher to nowhere

Now inject some humour into that

Writing the end of the world and eating about poetry

all about

Outside the wilderness of

of today’s descent.

trying to define

Children cry themselves into being

shuffle

ready to spill

what is meant

upon the floor

Of your descendants

consecrate the ground

by living in a time of deep regret 

weep

For the futures

It knows

humans and non-humans

Untangled now clambering out from under 

need to 

a deep slumber

Where people are unknown 

Speak no sound comes

it does no longer correspond to language
when thinking about the past

You are paralysed at last 

the heart motions of your breath hold on 

the reflection back is the animal you

as the moment you know as now

unfolds once more into 

the past.

"Thus the unquestioned concept of harmony can conceal from clear view many implicit reversions to a socially divided social process." 

           

of course defeat, and then

bloated it disentangles itself from the weeds and floats

towards the surface

(fractal sequestered) 

trailing bubbles of gas 

attendant plopping up with inverse bubbling flop

eyes open 

panic is the overall 

upwards motion

(caffeine and paracetamol) 

time is work time 

I’ll give you 

for something in exchange

further revelations are waiting 

plunge back in again and re-submerge

to feel more than 

mistakes ask for help maybe

But wow 

Revelation incoherent black out intensity

(overgrown with weeds as it was a pristine wilderness)

The party boat buoyant with laughter

Rocks past the landing spot

Internal engines desire fuel regained by pleasure response

We dredge the depths of each other’s resistance

And in adapting respond in kind

Not enough light and it withers

Plant like we are today

And need regular replenishment

Feeling out along thin lines to trace out

Tendril weakness exhale

And recoil at crumbling obstacles

Now surfing buffeted by the sea sway

It is exhilarating to allow

Risk to float alongside 

Above sea weed fronds

The shiny memories all trying

To break through simultaneously 

In concert with the increased pressure

And what that means to the heart

How it is likely to continue

Withholding the sky to crush

Over a sleeping sigh.

And then it slowed to a death rattle

The Bata factory at East Tilbury abandoned Eastern European relic
All the train signs have worn away so that only the outlines of the lettering remain
Heavy industrial on the Thames estuary
Nobody about though, the landscape seems devoid of human life
Piles of bagged gravel
Pit sea
A sea pit
Mock Tudor by the rail side
Neglected buildings covered in ivy
Over the crossing
One hour out of Fenchurch
Either side of the tracks the growth tries to consume the track
It wants to engulf the space
Wild marsh horses
Hard Nature
Chemical plants 

Of Course, A Hearing

broken sentences snap sudden 

sticks will join the soundscape

And  be lost for another day

Another blasted day 

That pours out of the cannon 

green and garish glistening with gloom

as it is exploded over the marsh

Watch as it’s wasted contents

Fold over in a  mushroom cloud of perfect discontent

Hanging in the air, a distended jellyfish

Lifeless and flaccid

Look away from me drug takers and money makers

My bodies own severity will claim whatever reward I have waiting

The rustling of the trees becomes a mesmeric hum

Gentle rattle of the library cart

A squeak from

Down the lift shaft.

Open to awake dream of the crystal eye

Hand drawn under a heavy-lidded eye

The blood is thick and lazy

A heaviness threatens to engulf us

What is this wish business?

It is about engagement with ideas for their own sake that keep us going

Forget the competition we can leave them behind

The less we know about them the better

A large honey bee hive in a cavity wall makes the internet

The story is revealed over several layers of advertising

The creatures don’t care they adapt make the best of a situation

They don’t see a house just a home

Our lives could come to an eradicable halt

A rethinking is the evolutionary thought

The revolutionary thought too, look at what that r brings 

Move towards a better tomorrow that has always been the plan

And in this way the future sustains the past, the past being now

There it goes again

Voices from the street below uncommonly quite today

Recalling the clusters of enormous trout thrashing in the shallow water near

The edge of the canal

The Munt Jack dear glimpsed in hollows of light beams down through the forest canopy slipping in and out of vision

the swifts that scream for joy beyond words cascading in the updraft 

the streak of green parakeet, they too make a lot of noise

in thinking about these friends and relations is there an answer to the oversight

of who made the decision to work against it? 

Maybe I made this decision today this morning

what is predetermined about progress? 

Our actions evolve but not for best survival, they cost us all.

What course of action to take

The aporia of ending

Can you carbon date it the shifting

Watery tidal time span

Exploding molecules organism algal larvae in a microcosm of a tiny pond

What happens down there also happens up here

Looking back up out of the swamp 

Then further a satellite image of the broiling mass

Marvel at it the Whole Earth 

Now this was the shift right?

The wholeness of it right there, knowing this changed it all

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(contracted to return)

Taking a frightening turn over slept on thoughts becoming 

now. Aligned without bizarre face coaxed from blur hazard ahead

slippage in the fast lane resulting in three lanes blocked.

Can we become something new out of this? Is it all there is to

ask. New questions face improbable litany of voices, vices break loose

to hammer back at the facial recognition enhances memory games that sweat the

gravel track back to consciousness. After tired and tested weakness on a local run can 

surmount what thought may be best possible outcomes. Many were engaged in this a quest to go back and find the most satisfying forest dwelling thought possible to entertain uprisings in the body cell.

It’s the time of creak and groan. Swinging out across three lanes overhead Red Kites.

The road now a mass of broiling carriages each its own hot house of coalescing rage and sublime kindness that knows itself only by a definition that is the opposite of death.

Common ground is what we are searching for place mats garbage disposal less plastic these concerns. If it transpires that they were right all along then a solid strata of chicken bones will fulfil a billion-year legacy. Thanks for listening.