ok, let’s get rid of everything. let’s just have, i just,
i just want plumbing, art
a steady stream
a community and Lucy and
i suppose modern medicine…… and a
big mac and a decent rosé
i want death to all Apps except
clock and notes and voice memos
ration social media use! incl. email
and data straight to the trashcan of history!!!
to be economical is to have grace
among man’s otherwise numerical preponderance
the economy is a circus
we juggle everything to the grave
*
it’s just the last few skerricks
experimental gardening
incarceration
the aesthetic of your website
when it’s out in the open, it’s life
SUPERPAC is still going?
and something called ‘sound poetry’
i have a voice in my voice!!
(draw this)
the senselessness of time passing thru the
hands of a cheap kmart clock (pseudo-cyclical time)
derive a sense of purpose. grace, knowing something new
*
poetry as ethical accumulation? (a gucci phone case, a punch in the face…)
the poetic desire to say ‘as’ and call it a day anything is possible
as. as as as as as
as low carbon footprint travel
conspicuous plunder
the index of our lives in a lively intervention
known as a fridge or, earlier, sink
bright blue day and i just saw bubbles
a man is a finite resource
*
walking the dog, the midnight blue staffy
passed by by techno postie
new and beautiful blah-blah machine
clocking off… chicken tikka masala
and a good friggen whinge
*
passing by the sherbet bomb factory
trying to tell a story
do you like your city when you touch on?
do you feel the love generation?
*
cool bath of memory
national debt a man balanced against a mansion
poems that make green men cry—
the first dosey doe
pete’s prosecco
yenidünya even the ‘stove-white cigarette’
he’s crying, he’s soft
like kale soup All You Need Is Love
it’s gruel
everyone of us is cops and robbers
*
anything is possible, every leaf, even
the future right wing administration will provide for you
it will it must protect itself they’ll give you everything
so go wash the feet of those ‘unnameables’
if you really want to see some positive change
the economy loves you more than you could ever love yourself
*
whateverything, whereverywhat
i rode a lone lodestar on a quadruped
and passionate kisses woah-oh-oh… do i want too much?
dogs holding hands around the globe perchance a dream
a Best Western
a plough bird
new teeth
new dance track
new tree
fifa ’08 on wii
*
while the others watched clambering history be made on the tv
i cleaned both toilets, upstairs and down, snapping one
brush in half with my vigour
i corned beef slowly in the long, well-lit afternoon’s virtuous sunlight
even drank cold milk in kitchen
and old jamaica rum n raisin i demolished while L washed dishes…
late-ish night why milk? why today?
end of summer to the freshly doomed
petals, jump in your lambdas and just drive
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