IT’S AN OLD TRICK:

A fat man sits at a corner table,
Watching a room,
Clouds of perfumed men talk strategy,
Locusts in suits,
Smelling of shower gel,
Too much aftershave,
They stroke each other with calculated laughter,
Prelude to dancing,
Circling the buffet,
Stripping it of diced fruit,
Opening lap tops between knives & forks,
Tapping rhythms with tiny claws,
Exposing rows of fresh teeth,
Young guys,
Dressed as old guys,

Somebody drops something,
It smashes,
Somebody laughs,
Somebody looks embarrassed,
Is escorted from the room,
Concealing something wrapped in linen,
A child?

The toast is burned,
Doors are flung wide,
A chill wind enters as the toaster exits,
Pandemonium breaks out,
The salt takes advantage,
Steals a kiss from the pepper,
Tea floats belly-up,
Cocooned in a silk purse,
It’s arse revealed,
A legless duck,
Languishing in a puddle of tepid water,

The fat man sits alone in a ray of sunshine,
Looking dazed,
Tiny eyes,
Tiny mouth,
Tiny fingers,
Unable to recall how he got here

(K)

IT’S DEAD POSH & IT’S RUBBISH:

Silent couple,
Mumble breakfast,
Linen,
Silver,
Slivers of sunlight,
Thimble bowls of seed & milk of human kindness,
Porridges of fancy things,
Slim selections of pastries in towers,
Three kinds of juices in hand blown glass jugs,
A tray of regimented bacon pointing to magnetic north,
An offering of eggs,
A meadow of mushrooms,
Tiny pats of butter for doll’s houses,
Teas from all over the world,
Brought to tables in presentation boxes,
Served in glass cups with little porcelain roofs,
Filled with hot,
But not boiling,
Water,
Museum of the morning,
Mausoleum to joy

(K)

HUMMING BOY:

Gate-crashes breakfast,
Talks too much,
Or,
Whispers,

There’s a strawberry sticker on the ceiling,
Watching,
It’s getting brighter,
The longer I remain,

(K)

THE RICHEST MAN ON EARTH:

Opener,
Entering,
Welcomed,
Watched,
Destination,
Swerver,
Prime eater,
Arm folder,
Abandoned by your own technology

(K)

HANGING PEPPERS FROM THE SKY:

Blame impulse,
Hands describing butterflies,
Pink lemonade,
Love,
And all the stuff,

Call me,
Standing in the rain,

Call me,
It doesn’t work,

Call me,
If the number’s changed,

Traffic jam,
Transmitter,
Receiver in the boot the car

(K)

APPLE CRUMBLE:

Electric kisses don’t mean anything,
Another transmission,
Another rhubarb,
Another apology,

After the noise there is quiet,
No messages,
No busy thumbs,

In this space revealed,
I turn my eyes to a new view,
Wrapped around a hot thing,

Time,
It won’t take long,
Do you want a ticket?

Listing to Qebrμs & Qebo – ‘Earth and Egnamis Alliance’

(K)

CRACKED SCREENS FIXED HERE – I’LL TAKE YOU THERE:

He thinks he’s being generous with three hundred pounds,
Sitting in cold shadow with a long face,
Moaning,

Perfect make-up,
Perfect hair,
Plugged into perfection,
Or some power,
Higher,
Greater,
Or other,

Is that your natural colour?
Shut up!
Burn the honey

Listening to Fiium Shaarrk – ‘We Are Astonishingly Lifelike‘

(K)

DON’T WORRY:

There’s a giant Badger dancing in the precinct,
A duffle bag of teeth clinging to the back of a passing shopper,
A love rail inviting the lonely to jump on & ride

(K)

UTRECHT #2:

Girl in a Yellow dress with windswept hair looking serious,
“Cheer up love!”

Five new giants arrive,
Faces painted like leopards,
Shaking stones,
Waving messages on cardboard,

The boys have been working out,
Circling poles in spray on tans,
Eyes behind shades,
Sandy skin,
Ruby lips,

You got to be joking in them skinny jeans,

So “Yeah!”,
You’re perfect,
Pushin’ it ’till it hurts my eyes

(K)

UTRECHT #1:

She sweeps the floor with her accent,
Conceals a Black lace secret,
What’s that in the the bag then?

Pouting,
Pumping,
Trancing,
Pulling your stomach in,

Stone man burning,
Standing naked in the river,
Singing in the church of light,
Face the front boy!

Stick fish,
Twisted leopard tree marking time,

Inflatable rubber hand,
Divine,
Too much of a tan-line

(K)