Category: Poem

repost again

the janitor at the library wanted to be a baby

naked and suckling on a breast

– but he just swept floors and emptied bins

– he looked at people in clothes and imagined them naked 

the larger the person

the greater shadow

& fingerprints are like maths

you can’t argue with the facts

a retina scan at the door

that wouldn’t let me in

my eyes weren’t on file

wheres your favourite poem now?

buried in the fields at the edge of town where all those scarecrows had their clothes stolen

reduced to straw

and when the wind blew the scarecrows disappeared

and

the crows returned

a whole murder of them

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over there

over  there and away from here across those             fields of

buried bodies 

           and bones beneath 

trampled carbon footprints 

       inside a cracked leather wallet old brown chestnut in colour 

a photo well thumbed 

a faded heirloom

of faces  

carried for years 

proves hereditary 

       the old king 

dead inside history and trapped in amber 

    you retreated and retraced the tracks in the snow

    

 

  

     

     

phonebox

in the future

they will think the phone boxes were monoliths

pieces of ancient technology where the people of the past

communicated with the gods

but now they stand neglected and mute

1.

He could only remember seven seconds of the dream. He was aware of private parties run by oligarchs.

2.

The red velvet inside of the guitar case reminded her of kidneys.

3.

Unable to hold back the hordes he dug a hole and buried himself in gravel and sand. He breathed through a straw for a week.

4.

He couldn’t remember if Henry Kissinger was dead or alive.

5.

The cracks in the floor appeared over night. Dried from the sun. Underground stuff was happening. It was scientific.

6.

On the late night news the newsreader advised of a disaster but there was meat between his teeth.

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that scene in Papillon

primitive WiFi slows down connection to a crawl

dropped out midway through conversations about obsolete technology

people in a group all talking about what they’ve seen on the internet

kid falling over

dogs dressed as ninjas

Hitler cats

Beef-burger garnishes

there was nothing of substance there was nowt that was real

that scene in Papillon when the screen turns upside down and he says YOU HAVE BEEN ACCUSED OF A WASTED LIFE scared the shit out of me

in time the spaceman will discover the monolith

wet waterfall Lazarus

see cries wet water falls from the holes that can see

there was a second of grace

as they grew

the tress

grew

in the news

they said the millionaire died in a hotel room where the carpet wasnt clean and the mini bar was empty

and the bible was unread

nowadays everyone has an opinion

I’m waiting for the electronic malfunction

when the computers refuse to compute

I drive away in a second hand car

I’ve changed since the photo was taken

I’ve gone to far

on the side of the road

stinging nettles stand next to their antidote

Icarus was was burnt and hit the ground

Lazarus went the opposite way round

submarine

I want to replace her eyes with petals and satellites

and in this submarine where we lay

with all the world above us

the sonar sends us to sleep

the weather vane is stationary

everything is motionless and will only move when I give the command

her sugary insides are alive

and safe in there place

today a body of miracles and muscles