A cat hunches under a parked car
screws that don’t turn don’t want to
the sound of an apple falling heavier than the object
crashed fox grins at roadside
geese heard overhead but not seen
still on a stepladder
new rain
33rpm
drum rudiment
inadvertent touching of owl feathers
suggest a jester
I’m buying socks
this is as good as it gets
a punch in the guts to start doing what I want
hitting a door to give my left hand a chance
no big deal
it hurts but not for long
and the poor quality door will survive me
don’t treat anger
use it as a tool to shape the days
lifestyle fashioned from vexation
a gift given to you
for bones have their own bones
and everything is a part of something else
the long flat views
we never realised we were so high
the change from one season to the next
from Druidism
to Catholicism
from Protestantism
to Nonconformism
from hunger
to consumerism
from farm
to factory
from Welsh
to English
more slavery than at any other time in history
pirates command whole seas
Colonel Gaddafi as Bob Dylan
G.I. Gurdieff in downloaded loads
I was thinking about my mother
how to remember her
how she used to look
smell sound laugh and walk
when we roamed the savannah together
all the things she told me
lost at midnight in the vicinity of villages
with “Moat” in their names
I remain underground
don’t get noticed
don’t meet eyes
my imprint already known
hillocks of washing up
the wrong graveyard
in a never-ending episode of Red Dwarf
Matt’s here with the weather
local produce
she said she’d been waiting
for a tall man to come along
I handed her the milk carton she required
she pushed her trolley away
walking over a footbridge
there’s nowhere else to go
behind a young Indian woman
pushing a push chair with good legs
they wore shorts with tights
and intoxicated me
I wore a jacket with a torn inside pocket
full of a letter from a mental hospital
autumnal arousal
she gets in touch
apology envelopes
a rumoured body
a known feint
women
omen
men
me
(bedtime story) he lay unable to sleep
thinking about a hundred things he could now do nothing about
whirring around inside his washing machine skull
as revellers loudly made their way home in the street
he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a good night’s sleep
he wondered how much total darkness
there was in his life in life
his heavy eyes closed and he settled into a half comfortable position
(began to dream of an embrace
a tryst he had imagined many times
this time more real than ever
deliciously feeling limbs surround him
the heat of another body
he inched closer into the cuddle)
a toenail scraped his shin
his fantasy was over
somehow there was someone else in his bed
a shape with an unknown face
who had come to lie beside him
he withdrew his hand from the other’s arm
heard their steady breathing
his own quickening respiration
his body grew cold though the stranger remained warm
cosy in a threatening way
he asked in a weak whisper
“who are you?”
no reply he asked again again no reply
he tried to wrestle free from the hug
but strong fingers gripped his elbows
his feet pinioned by athletic legs
the union of terror lasted until first light
when the intruder vanished in a moment
or so it seemed
he got up cautiously clammy with sweat
the bedroom door was still locked
he nervously searched the wardrobe under the bed behind the curtains
he peered carefully through the window
and saw that nothing was out of place
nothing
(unfit Inuit unit intuit into it)
reality TV
an adult adult on the cusp of a cusp
and how long does a long hard look take?
I assert my right to silence
to oddity
to isolation
to think about instantaneous evolution
until it cajoles all other thoughts from my thinking
the trigger-happiness be upon you
the heat and torpor caused by weight gain
the bacon brought home
dropping hot cakes
conventional oven
a butcher’s apron
for a three brain roast
bishop as penis penis as bishop
a word that is unable to give its word
toss but sexy in the modern way
castrated babies dodging dogging sex
where will bonfires reveal themselves
in the coal of the countryside?
the smiles of women on horseback
sunshine on tall brightly painted seaside houses
life is getting some money
spending some money
having pleasant and unpleasant interactions
I conclude that I must now be working
for Goldman Sachs
capitalist punishment
grateful servitude
to a cancerous authority
me too at times a joke
international banking conspiracy
of no specific ethnic origin
sacking me sacking you
handmaiden to a regime
misunderstood mantras repeated
race to the bottom
to impoverishment
as others make a profit out of the gap
between us and them and us
the near-mirage effects of changing the hour
I’m rusting
invaded by a single celled mould
it’s that time of our lives
they are surprised to see me
still amongst the transplanted population
when we were human
we stood with livestock
milked slaughtered and salted our way
through iron ice and snow grass
revered our ever present ancestors
opened our eyes when we looked
at the uninterrupted night sky
the way we weren’t
the syllable factory still in business
see a man about a headstone
and tolerate zero
I need someone not something
not a postcard from a postcard
“wishing you had posted me”
broken vein
haranguing God
dimming down
insects at windows at night
in a dry kind of aquarium
bigger clothes for the expanding universe
the men have the same names
they stopped taking photographs of their children
after the age of ten
gin and bath tonic
what’s “reindeer furniture” in Finno-Ugric?
what do I know?
let everything that moves move me
updated by @paul-steffan-jones2: 11/24/19 06:16:51PM