Ignore My Kettle

Upon the Stove Coil Screaming

Aloft Neighbours Brawl

So, what would you do
if I fought with you ?

If I walked in circles
circling you ?

If I picked my own language
and talked at you ?


What if I removed my long black coat
shook my wings
and insisted on staying ?

What if I put in my teeth
and clawed at the furniture with my lengthening nails ?


What if I put my breath to your eyes ?

You’ll not trust me
I know of that

What if I murmur in your open ear ?

You’d shiver and shake
I’ll see to that


What if I turned up the drowning music
so the neighbours couldn’t hear us
and stepped from behind my eyes ?

then I’d have focus


What would you do ?


I’d like to think
you’d simply say

‘What’s that smell ?
Make it go away !’

from off of your mind
they nab only marbles
applying the host
you idolize the absent
for they make perfect houseguests

a gust of life
one day bellows another
so collapsable
guests stumble in fallen tent
a temporary social

paper thin rice skin

a grateful day turns over

papyrus scribed hand

drown out the feline
(it was a mischievous distraction)
gun down the cur
('twas a needy meat)
flush the goldfish
(just an organic screensaver)
pull and twist the canary's neck
(after all.. you don't live in a coal mine)

....and so then passes
          a solitary day
                       of maddening silence
                      absent of all my advisors

the slanting sun  outwits the bedroom               
                            carves in the morning knife
cavities balled into the mystery   a spent cartridge of night      
bidden away is the bask   of a coupling umbrella-ed          
(guilded by narcotic somnolence  and a few drinks)
now  each fearful  in face of the lover    
       one wondering etiquette
    for the ridding
     of the other

I

Token of luck
to drown out the hush
how best can we serve
this nervous piston ?

II

Fool moon of fusion
this ugly mission
a dunce
tight with loss
mitt in fist
with the lady grace delusion

III

Black plastic bag
take in a drag
         a hearty lung full
of these blemishes

IV

down on the dock
canal
          by the lock
heavily patrolled
this ugly fission

V

Black plastic bag
take in a drag
a heady strong glut
huff out this menace

VI

Under a bridge
many vacate
lush bathe in the drink
who can afford
                        the plush cushion of reason ?

back to the masterplan   to the **** grown crop                  
                  chop-chop    food tinned for the great red heist
the pawn heads   duds stringing out the gross termination
growing the bomb pocked sod with ashes                    
                            fertile with calcium phosphates

growing history fascist-faced                          
  no space for art  love and earning yourself
mal-educate       no learning to learn
back to the masterplan    no time to explain
just be a sport   and don't dare complain

how does so much blue distance fit
               in this one small room ?
patient expanding their realm        
         exploring a clinical landscape
glacial peace from within

lanky gal in swelter garb    tummy foaming out
barbed and fumed  punk  but no feud            
with a hench of post adolescent scents
and cradling a foppy doll of a rat dog

kibbling chancers stop                                      
         and ghop in adoration at the indulged pup
coddled on its back  and in its 'mamas' arms
its peddling limbs faffing with the hot air
                                 and attention

jellied air                                
and bunged grey clouds    
conducted  along a stream
an overhead burthen
they curl in on themselves  
a lace of internal tension

the rotting process                  
proof of life  dampens the air
with pine-like fragrance
transfusional breath confirms
      i'm one with the earth

this frozen shore     calls me tourist               
followed by money grubber and whoremonger
  then reckless looter and polluter
names me hazard   and spits on me
it squeaks and whines                                                    
pops bubblewrap   and grinds polystyrene
jarring and wincing my ears
nature has called me out                                                
it fires at me                                  
                      with a list of my species crimes
the pudding's in the proof
and i'm left simply unable to be a recluse
in the company of
                              this frozen winter shore

.
i made the front door my enemy
staying inside to concentrate
               on written projects
i devilled away days                    
exorcised away my rights
                to the world out there

now (with projects complete)    
i approach the door
     theorize that I am wanted beyond 
                      to receive sustenance
                       and be free of my aches ...

... or
      to become sustenance                      
give in to my condition
      to pass back my remaining value   
hand in my report        
           with the staples removed
be resolved                                  
as some gaseous defeat

i bravely open the door             
there is no attack by nature
nor any euphoric reward
       i am left alone to feel my own way
to give and receive breaths
                steps are taken                                           
and signals interpreted
rejoining the world                    
as if uninterrupted

gestures for use on the neighbours   it'll ward off isolation
foreign no longer        but privately guarded  
buffered against secrets     we're neighbours now  
lock in with these people                                                        
click eyes    like desert lizards                                                        
a­nd lick at the brickwork   to heal its insurance

throwing up our arms to gravy   like a sports fan
an energy of invite   despite  they  each see the other
                                 ****** near every day
fun hats and clothes picked for colours
                  or practical aging
like mating flare
use up the garish leftovers from the artists box
                         and a dog perhaps
garnish  for the family way
a long ladder  shared between neighbours
cause 'hey ! ; our kids match your kids'
and always work toward the perfect sale
prepared for that one forgiving day
                and 'The Move'

berating the fish for breeze / randy on the shore
a casualty of the seaside seas                                
                            ­­     they preach until they bore ;
the gulls and their crustaceans / tide and tale  
but no end of their frustrations                          
                          ­    light up the slick of oil
and bathe the night            
    maddened with acceleration

. .
pinhole eyes                                                            
­    observe over your kindled lie                         
the spread of your inedible pattern
doctoring against the indelible darkness
              quilted climate of mediation   forms over your bed
wiring out your unfiltered horrors with gentle fluence
(the rental of ebb  and the menial of flow)
tapping metal   musician on the raw triggers                    
                         that fore-reign your vital psychology
the inks  the rigs  the tinkers   the shallows
the shadows  and score  that wink to us all    
from the blue night
                                    observed
              ­                                      pinhole eyes
. .
blue screen   onto the window of the night
stalked by the lonely boy            
          you widowed it all away
vagranted and volunteered away   all your daylight
gave up the tokens of family                        
schooling features and few friends
remaining ; an intelligence to pool fear
you take on the scientists
popping your dreams                                
                 to see if they spasm and scream
gutting their symmetry  blazing a ****
recovering only more symmetry
rummaging away with their simplicity
extending the corridor without sympathy
searching out the temple of it all
a deeper darker origin to answer to it all
. .
shakedown    plug right through the eyes
you were riding it for ecstatic life
made a corpse of it now
naked to the nerve   your teeth grown in
invited to savage your way out              
               venture through the gaper glass
information salvaged    wreckage retrieved
your markers picked up   the importance received
up to you/ the message :  "exist,  if you please"
. .

a harmful charm                               
an armed risk to the head
a villainous thing . . . a book                         
i puruse the shelves of Alexandria
i wanna read something mad  loose  and youth
       willing  and ego  and naturally skilled
something that hasn't been                
                                      untaught to behave
i'm in need of a black market guide
         and a really tall ladder
i have a desperate need            
       to trigger a brain reaction

i cove my eyes                                   
breathe and billow my way
borne and berthed in dark green fur
it operates   sway of la lune and sea
i hat breath  pat at it deeper and be
                                             silting

night                                                        
this is texture of apparition      
a little restless heat
the cat crosses between balconies
the cardboard set of the backs of city houses
stage of charming murders and secrets
the skies speed and health dominates          
there's a detonation of the half moon
then the treads of clouds                                    
and a sharp code of shooting star
we have no right                                            
bathed with loving context
we should behave to earn such a view
but our smarts aim                                    
at now't but hazard and flirt
war dooms at beat for thunder
the night skies become ominous                
                     with our ruined broach
suspended under every breath

early to rise and observe          
trip over the cat
first to witness that things        
need not be so absurd
and inglorious and murdered  

reassemble breath                        
resemble prescribed life