Category: Poem

(He had a)

head like a planet

pot marked like a meteor impact

a mug shot on a 1,000 police walls

fingerprints like the map

contours of mountains

the peaks

the peaks

he pissed in the wound

and it smelt like burning hair

and I dreamed of pressing lips against her and decided I would rescue her in a time machine of my own design

I would rescue her to soundtrack of violins and cellos notes played over a cold landscape of snow and crippled trees

and her insides are alive

and safe in their place for

today

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scratch on the horizon

some children lean like saplings

bent, blank and thin like a sheet of A4 paper

holes in their teeth

empty black spaces

eroded

and then some children just look like scratches on a painted horizon

I returned home at night my wife said I’d changed

I was beginning to fade

to a grey facsimile of the person she fell in love with

— drained and washed of colour

a slow death in verdant Albion

full of lottery winners and knife victims

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helicopter over a smokestack spitting out a bilious tar

your face is beamed on to the moon

⁃ clothes : models own

the clouds are gathering from afar

last phone boxing

the last pay phone in town

was declared an

OBJECT OF HISTORICAL IMPORTANCE

a line of tourist snaked around the block with their phones

taking pictures of phones

inside the body of the pay phone

nested dead coins and beer caps

all circuits and conduits ripped out

like dying veins

the children from the future thumbed the coins and couldn’t conceive the notion of physical money

day five

into the fifth day

the latrine overflows

they have dammed the rivers and all the lights now flicker

insufficient power to maintain the grid

irregular surges between explosions

soon

rat dinners

currency is gradually becoming worthless bartering for sharp implements

secret messages sent to disrupt scrabbled pages from the Bible

new meanings for old words

the new sensation of constant thirst

insurgents will be hung at dawn

a magic medical machine

a modern miracle

moving the fluids

percolating the lava in the blood

almost becoming robotic

astronaut ailments

a change to your circadian rhythm

a gradual move to Martian time

you live somewhere in the future while slowly

imperceptibly things melt

decompose move East

become carbon

become history

then forgotten

you sit stationary and collect dust

the dust collector

the urban goose

at times like this you taste your favourite childhood meal

at these times like this count your breaths meld into the moment

contemplate the human form

contemplate the architect plans of this imposed inertia

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

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