DUB RESISTANT HOME

 

Wounded by yesterday’s sandwich settled on overnight tuna mayo.

If you’re not writing well, then you’re not reading well so

Fix it up. They walk up and down looking for food, feeding, relaxing

After earning. You’ve got to earn it. Either that or go on a spree.

Answers to that don’t come easily or maybe they come too easily.

Taste some coffee look for trust,

The instinct of the word.

 

 

 Park time thud slow motion rattle 

Mixed martial arts Dad muggy and overzealous.

Quick helical scan

Suspended breeze, the ghost of rain on hold treading water

Cracked out camp in dispute over reality.

What threatens is lined up with more

On the periphery, lest the sheriff’s men are overwhelmed.

Kicking a determined shadow along a stretch 

Wound lined up in an embrace; so that when we fall back into each other’s moving arms we stay mycorrhizal, safe, and bioluminescent.

Picking along and bellowing against the heated edge saying “don’t run”. This is how we hover just above the future; proofed against the high-speed rejection network lest we face derailment. Once it starts to overflow spill and unravel the wasted time gets gelatinous, greasy out of control. 

 

 Push your kid on the swing; “we tell them they can do anything.”

Your craft is a bugged delicatessen full of fancy food. Ours is a runaway cheese burger, chased by a security guard floundering under the weight of all his gear. Throw it back in the water. Existential trilobite rapid response unit takes a break. Ice creams all round. 

We didn’t want to do it so why did you make us. 

Hiding now 

In the bushes

Waiting for winter.

 The bone dark pain of metal

Enmeshed inside a body

And I am unable to ‘be’ today,

Taught skin stretched over

The wound is mental metal

And I wish I could say “otherwise”

And that it wasn’t yours or mine’s fault

Just like the rain doesn’t belong to anyone

But just agree that sadness is the finer song

And through them we are enmeshed eternal

They inside us;

We inside them.

 THE SAD BARBARIAN

 

I saw that sideways glance

Punching the numbers; killing time.

So, you know it won’t last.

“It lights up at nothing”             & 

“I’ll tell you when it’s going to rain”.

The ghost of Robin Williams floats;

in through the speakers almost nothing but a smile

Remember the film is ‘Jack’; directed by Coppolla. 

A squirrel eating a fig by the side of the pond

Primitive percussion; the rhythm of rituals

Midlife revival encomium paused horizontal

Energetic bliss memorial ice cream coned 

Blizzard walk tough going it’s the summer solution

Soluble if and when rebate back date

When and if the system will be up again.

Meantime here this pillage spools keep it lean

Plunge and purge against the howling wraiths

Deep sea fishing for tit bits scraps anything that sparks growth.

Squalid meandering guitar solo’s sprout from the earth

Distorted morality at its lowest ebb. Log on for another day/night.

Your feelings are hurt. You feel the weight of inequality; it has rendered you inert. The Angry Brigade from across the street keep us awake; the sad barbarian wanders home from the pub. Disconsolately kicking a can and wondering when it all went wrong. That tombstone will soon be yours he thinks. Failed psycho-geographer

 too paranoid to walk the streets.

 

 A SPECIAL OFFER

 

Frisky with blister pack

Eat prunes

Bliss out for days: imaginings 

Open the window discount

Liminal trolley park

Swampy live action anti-vax

Emotive out-reach solar themed 

In the car park it burns.

Private despatch paper cut

You who would wound

Too soon to say

scorn

Then, it can never be late

or the pulse vermicular 

 

central plastic 

nervous for drapes; awkward

for the ‘big day’

We follow.

 

 PAIN RELIEF

 

Unit of relations

Mechanical status

Is lowered torque on

Smooth lines

Obsidian rims

Taken for love

Traded tokens

 

Ice cream bonded

Gelato for a Yes; gestalt impeachment

Discernment official

Card implant to

Death-watch beetle carry case.

Change it to what

The dictionary allows.

You can’t catch me

Encased as I am

In thick plaster.

Accosted as we were

Taking in the valley scene

Lush verdant armaments 

Prehensile silhouette 

Chaturanga to up dog

Monthly subscription 

Suspended in air 

The slowly falling dive 

Gaseous pigments turning 

Onto the canvas

Immortal sunset

Blasting the day home.

 

PIZZAFACE

 The best you can hope for 

Is to be a nobody; if line breaks mattered then

Everyone would use 

Them

Pile up on top of dead poets

Empty metal muse

Too much pain in the land dipping frozen

Yogurt over barely moving fingers

Can we help?

Addicted to opiates and sympathy

A victim culture foisted on a wheel chair

Bound scudding over the white cliffs of Dover

What would you have us do? Mental gossamer weighted

Like small honey sacks; those funny bee stocking legs

Chubby with pollen

The garden rosary compost, mildew egg yolk spillage

Treats a golden glow. Now your sad you said.

Now I can’t reach out to anything

Turning inwards combusting 

 

Popped emergency garden bubble

Long talk summer stockings 

Taken over the sea

As you will see.

If you can hear it you must be deaf, swallows screaming come

On England maybe perhaps or whatever

My friend calls from a guesthouse called the

‘Astral Lodge’. That’s where you’ll find me when your down

Around about your lowest ebb; I’ll step in, I’m there, friendship ready

As things get better we’ll loosen the ties; see around bad memory you’ll soon forget. Get a haircut, shave and move on. The low ebb guy: ready, willing and able. For desperate friendship needs. Skulking in the deserted bush shelter of half-asleep nights. The one underneath the shopping precinct; with the air ashy with fumes noxious. Every move a stale mate. All that yoga gone to waste; broken in a minute. Running too fast to keep up, slipped on that old banana skin that was always there, waiting for us to come along, to intersect with its orbit.

Flying now      airborne joy ride bone pleasing backwards snap. The clear-away to get to it, is mostly too much now. The complexities are manifold

Time      lapse integer muffled rapid deterioration paranoid coupe home spun distance learning on-line patter. 

Writing with one hand is a ball ache

 

Having a broken wrist is boring

 

And scary and painful

Play the keys like a guitar

Feel the broken bone

Float in jelly twisting sinews 

Lean forward over fat bloated belly

Listen the rain streams from passing cars

Intemperate make shift pain relief

Simple piano house bound

Wet broken summer already

Ended but it keeps on coming

Difficulty like the guy

Who faked it around the world

Looking down as the last bubbles rise up.