honesty

There’s honesty in an unmade bed:

“She’s got nothing to hide”

on independent thought

 

No more robotic playing 

at the back of the orchestra 

placated,

accepting of the status quo 

I want an active mind

things that fall out of the sky

One thing I have been thinking about recently is 

things that fall out of the sky 

and that could be 

birds 

rain 

or more disturbingly 

aeroplanes or even 

tightrope walkers

such as the notorious karl wallanda 

in all cases we must ask 

what caused them to fall?

take me back

Take me back to 1996 when I was one, 

young tongued

and so demanding 

growing up

growing up

your parent admits 

they can’t know what you’ve been through 

you are now older than them,

as your young brother was to you 

when he lost his friend

he has carved the way

Seriousness, familiar and unexplained 

dormant, not full bodied — 

you carried from the start

sleeping each day 

sometimes arising— 

weighted in the centre of the chest 

like water

from your grandmother:

“a tragic life”

sadness which once passed down

skipped a generation

and settled 

notes

notes 

a grated slate of skated boules, turned upside down against the grain, smushed, in again and turned inside out. 

green pips smudged against the corner 

lifted from the dull grey earth, squeezed out each drop to sink into annihilation with the beans 

again and again 

not listening to the signs sunk into scrapes of skeletal skunk. punk hope fucks the patriotic

fantastic crowned crowd thronged and fleshed fresh with dripping scars the cloudy sky

the beasts of the underbelly fucked each other until they swam in sweaty swarms of hair and filth and gold dripped from their raw beaks

the beans, now gone, grew from shroud down to molten earth begging to be let alone, allowed to taste the flesh of their own children as their guardians had of theirs. 

and once they picked the pods, torn and cut, a soil of death rang round the daylight’s dung 

sprouting from gravelly drudge and interspersed with locust swarms of the new century. untravelled, stagnant. begotten. 

squashed against the wall like water drops, but other worldly, alien at form and unbeknown. undone and not my place to be in but here we are. 

Clashed, slashed and fuck off repetition, fuck the interruption  — broken soldered iron to cast another broken dream — fuck the police, fuck the bulls pigs. 

and then the beans grew blank, dank, blue and red before the green leafed bud burst the stagnant cold and hue 

the buds cut down the grey earth, splintered wood and dragged it up

and no one gave a shit except the old and cloudy sky — 

and anyway said one tired soul to another

what about that lad who was born too late, his time forgotten, trying to mould into a walled world which no longer fits us any more. 

what about the fucked up dank sweat of the young thugs who gasp in heat to get their daily dose of the divine. Fuck the model. Bourn. Burn. Born. Disco Pig. Lighter. Fire. 

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exhibition of selves

exhibition of selves

bodies 

bodies lined up in a morgue 

you could visit them,

like visiting your relatives in a museum. 

but you won’t

the person has changed 

can be dressed up and down 

humorously 

wearing their favourite outfit 

behind the glass

your nose pressed to the cold 

are they alive there?

an old note:

walking on the brink of rain

thoughts on wool

covered in sheep
from head to toe
bar the guts
just wool
and skin -
my own
frosted at the hairs

these are the thrones

Angels’ jaws of dying stone 

spat glistening fish to barren ground 

and in the dust they thrashed 

and drowned 

heavenly filth 

so quietly danced the burned out sparks 

from bones to bodies low

beating souls 

I, red at dawn 

My heart, with strings of sapphire

playing fiery grace

these are the thrones

dancing feet

dance 

and kick the dust on silver springtime 

dance again 

with elephant shoes 

boots too big 

dance 

and move your ribs

dance with 

teardrops

of the chiming bells

dance in your cotton socks 

stain them green 

Dance, Curious Joy (Keatles Poem)

Dog’s freckled kiss 

on salted skin, 
tasting only winter 
and drinking sin

silver kings that bound to heaven 
with woven wings of Autumn’s child 
a tired prophet sang of shadows
a tired prophet sang
bleat, honey, mild

wild bees shall murmurs blindly
mother flowers a golden burden
lay down your sapphire soul of dreaming 
lay down your soul of sorrows
lay down
lay down in Sunday’s sun
long visions, love

Blushing lily of winter’s smile 
under Monday’s moon
her harvest’s ghosts
bleat
memories of spring 

breathe, pale child 
breathe in

long love in fading sunshine
where fools lips ring
singing curious joy
and sweetest spirits whisper kindly 
and sparkling faces dance to drum



The lyrics are by myself using a combination of words compiled together from the Beatles and John Keats, using the Botnik predictive keyboard www.botnik.org. 

drafting

drafting 

and re- 

drafting 

until time 

is wasted 

i am lying 

in

lavish 

comfort

unsatisfied

Words for Christian

1.

Crawling hands with gasoline 
grey machine

cloud in her satin heart - 
resting beast.

hard faith, beating prayers 
hopeless revolution

2.
tongue red shoes,
shakey soul - -
a bullet tangled
in sugar smoking spiders - 
fingers pick toffee
from the horseman's cheek

angels knees slightly cracked 
mice trip tears and cry

3.
wisest book of fog 
diamond and dogs
lion blood
pocket sleep star 
moonlight lemon hearts 
porcupine clowns on their 
flying talking clock

to future's hangman
adopt a magic laugh
and keep the whale babies safely 





botnik poems, words by David Bowie - www.botnik.org.

bucket by my leaking loo

i miss

my bucket by my leaking loo

the steady drop 

crossing paths with the beat of the hot tap,  tap  tap 

every four hours

i’d start again

and throw the water in the bath

like clockwork 

but before the clocks

had mastered stealing time

my unborn years:

forecast them — already lost

horses toes continue to drum,     drum       drum 

the earthy clay 

but even they have tumbled blindly into 

piles of ticking watch stops 

and can no longer run free

i am still waiting for the rebound

and

i want my time back