Monday, 17 January 2011

n

and here we have
miserable modern
man, sitting on the
bowl, staring down
at his boxer-short
ankles, shade-less
bulb buzzing like
flies (and hanging,
having killed itself)
shitting out the sugar
making space for more
and that other drug (
affliction #2 of this
sorry character of 21st
century scripted world)
buzzes like the bulb
spitting out cancer
and all the cures for it,
mid morning tv, cash
for gold, free* year plan-
ner, easy pudding trif-
fle. more, more, more
and last night candle
floor vinyl sleeve effort
to escape back, run back
to the past now forgotten
as the sugary shit comes
pouring out and teeth are
cleaned and all of the above
is not even realised by
this walking whale has been
loafer of ignored uni-
verse.

Monday, 10 January 2011

n

a winter hiatus (an
interruption in space,
time, continuation)
and now a brown needle poem
rotting on the pavement,
grit in the teeth
blackbird thawing
thawing into 21st centuary
britain (11th year, NOT OK
) - still not OK, but rolling,
rolling along in the filth and
the grit, red elastic band post-
man streets (the stage for all
of this) bleary-eyed actors,
forgetting broken promises,
stars of the lid & etc. - under the rug,
wandering on, wounded,
managing JUST enough
to shut up shop at the
end of each gray day,
pounding the pine needle
streets to get to micro-
wave living rooms. summer
will soon be here, 2weeks off alco
hol laptop rusting on an off
ice desk easyjet, easy, let
us off, blank blank blank summmmeeeeeeeee r r r
snow rain ice what oh
hol
i
day hay,
i want __________________SALE!!!! oh
deterior
ating (grating, )
into summer (then happy family XXXmas
tree buying - (something to look
forward to) -).