Today I noticed
crows being loud and hyper in the morning. there was a bad milk to Rice Krispies ratio. the tiled floor was cold on my bare feet. that my friend sounds kinda middle eastern on the phone. how my mam got angry when I threw the banana peel out the window. the thunder clouds giving me a headache and leaving me dizzy. that it’s hard to contain a lot of beer in the mouth when wanting to...
Six word story
This is not six words.
In standing still with the crackling smile of bricks slung river melting off and all the various pretendings beside. Laughs drunk up from the grass little thunders of these slow shoes all going away from the main thing that trips out like a hyper robber late or early when crows cry and all the things to think climb their ladders.
I knocked a stone wall down
with my shins today.
POEM-Out on the tiles
I’m waiting in the queue not knowing what to do deliberating on showing my ID before those bouncers ask me to and I’m just minding my own business in line with all these drunken friends hearing the clinks of ends of drinks getting sunk down like water through sinks just so sober the night already feels over while floating like a boat on a sea of slur and some boys go toe to...
now its a blue piece of sponge singing out a bit of business to the gutter cats are hanging down low giving high fives nobody could care for it blinking thoughts away even when it does not seem so absolved or despite a wreckless morsel of hyper maybes eyebrows lifting up and out like cranes puffing mushroom as if bullying the wood by the hills that miss the gutter
POEM-In my friend's garden.
The blackbird flapped about on the grass like a broken accordion when I got close enough to it it would sit still as if trying to hide behind those few green blades of grass. It was only protecting its young willing to become a martyr beside the hedgerow full of sharp twigs.
POEM-That Cat Chase.
I snuck small like an elf following behind a cat while it sat tucked meowing out calls then ran like fuck not allowing itself to be patted so I ran right ahead after it down an alley with high walls had I known where the alley led past the shoddy gutters and telephone poles then in my head I would have said God no not at all and run fast back the way instead because thats where...
didn’t ever left me so much and it awful funny no not half back the way they came since the good while they went off to go vanished from out the air off and out car going out the way soon with inside pulled the lot of me in to go down to sit no clue on me was it at all at all here or there now to do I do be there a wonder to it where they all go and went with it out of why and I stuck...
POEM-We'll Go There Then.
we got out of the car and danced around drinking weird water from the outdoor tap feeling so full of pizza when I looked through our conversation to the deserted house by the railway and the mist coming along down the slope of the green hill
POEM-The Dance of the Ant Colony
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POEM-Some day in the nineties
nobody cried when it all happened there was no noise in the air where pigeons wandered looking down on toothy metal intertwined with faces and legs on the ground the oil oozed painted its own idea of the place when it mixed with the water by the gutter for some few lost minutes it was calm before the rush of sirens came in like a Zulu army and the people assuming stances by their...
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POEM-BIG FAT BULLFROG
bullfrog bobbled up from pond blobbed like a bubble with bloated big belly slob bouncing boings about heard him blurt out grob oggleboggle buggle boggle gobbling up grub in its gob booming and bobbing sitting in mossy fobs before hobbling back below the black bog
as the evening sinks below the far away trees we sit on the dry grass in my old childhood field smoking mango tobacco with the moon and its light blooming through the milky clouds watching the silhouettes of bats flying as if set off like elastic bands the dogs bark above our conversations remembering when we were teenagers and how nothing much has changed at all
POEM-Sleeping and Sleeping.
I stepped inside was shown to my room a store room with a bed someone already sleeping there snoring and shuffling grey hair dug into pillow maybe it was the wrong room no said someone on the hall then I lay down and slept on the damp carpet.
My fingers had a rave.
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POEM- Not sure if you'd call it one.
thinking is like being in a slow motion coma or floating in a foam ocean and now my blinking blurs in motion as if it were a low shutter speed camera until I begin sinking between these bleary seas and cluttered reveries too unflexed to get set free feeling too seized and full of wheeze and depleted of stamina and now my head feels heady already with my legs unsteady and tummy turning fed...
POEM- Being stuck inside a tamagotchi of today...
dreams sneezes opens eyes falls asleep dreams wakes up brushes teeth looks in the mirror at red eyes eats rice krispies in front of relatives sneezes six times looks out window at horses watches thunderstorm holds hand out window to be hit with rain strums guitar puts on shoes decides against climbing into the attic takes off shoes chops avocado eats a lot drinks milk watches...