Bulb

I guess I have to do this
My sexless bed
Incompatibility

Is like
Balloons we let loose
As kids.

They go up
And they’re gone
And as the crescent held place

I decided to go
Silent lighting
Cigarettes instead of bulbs or a lamp

Problems seem ineffective
When no one’s in
And it’s church mouse quiet.

Smoke trails
Mouthfuls of
Plum Brandy.

Top Of My Head

Liquid limo wrong turn
Blocked in and backed concern
A pale driver
Empty passenger seat
Uncorked bottles thrown
On Broadway
A street

Away

Two clowns
Rice and noodles
Go after la belle
Lisa
And la belle Normande
In penury
In plaintive breaths
They pick at a carcass
Discarded in season

It is seasoned

They come
From dark to
Flick and get me
Outta bed and
Putting the brandy back
Carry a black sac
Hot water scrub
Pulled out of my mother

Relived bloated childhood.

You Masturbated Me?

Squeesed nose pose
Pacific monolithic
Adam's apple pie
Sliced twice

Turned out turn
No feet on the ground
A flat road opening

Head of rain
Bow tie season
Parades of air
Raid the ark
The paired animals
The lone gun jogger
Before black sea biscuit
Breakfast

Why is this uncooked lobster
Now a telephone?

Saline plain sailing
They talk of my drinking
But not my thirst
And tongue town
This just turned woman
Pale and vowed asks
'You masturbated me?'
From futon lottery
Back to missing 25
Of a £££££££££

The seahorse comes up to boil
Rolling in Manray's yellow yolks.

Albumen Afternoon

A surprise albumen afternoon
During large glassed Czech beers
Served by a tan in the banana basement
And through online id and ego
Keyboard depersonalisation

It's easier now to ignore
Without a horse
Or doors on the car.

Deck

Chocolate melted
Like her son
On my shirt

'We are the parents.'

She doesn’t believe
In monogamy
I do

But she says love
Is stronger
Than a ship
And it’s a bus which
I’m on the top deck

At the traffic lights.

Nike Tongues

Samo sprayed in n y c
The Coke cans with pull tops
And fat black cops
With patches of bald skin
See through afro
Invisible hands
In dive bars

Indivisible plans
On crack and
Guns emptied in
Chests down nyc

The Factory and monsters
The robots in leather
Central park before Chapman
A corner store stick up
Cornered asian clerk
White boy cap back
Spilt milk duds
Thud thud thud
Nike tongues

Twirl Through Traffic

In wrong attire
Sink sky and me in
Hunting shorts
And bukowski t

Down Broadway in daylight
Eating banh mi with Dan
And you in the queue:
Leopard Hat, Coleman’s dress,
Unlaced red brogues

Sat on a covered seat
And proceded
And after a cold
and after a hot coffee
We walked through the back streets
Of Hackney and dropped him
At the Field

As we moved back to Mare St
The crowds came forward
And we opposite
In the setting and settling in
There was Guinness and prosecco
A champage bottle
And your foot knocked my leg

At a toilet break
I sat on your side
And we dived out
And hit the Dolphin


All the coins we scraped for
A cash only bar
To sit in the garden
Surrounded by kittens and bar backs

On again
This time as we went north
You stopped put my tongue in

For the final drinks
I dared you to dance
We took a 254 and stuffed
My Eccles cake
And interrupted the dick’s dinner

In mine you sized up
Where my head comes from
And I stuffed ‘Burning in Water’
Into your handbag

You got out of bed and danced off
Twirling past traffic.