new collection on amazon - a garbage truck tilted over on the sewer side

A new collection covering most of the last five years, and with the unnecessary title "a garbage truck tilted over on the sewer side" is now available not here but here at amazon. it has typos misspells bad grammas & etc all included as gratis.

thoughts from the mind spool

3rd attempt

if we want to be free
then see:
the jailer is "free"

if we want out
then out is inside
partytime in my mind

*

i am rubbing my head against
the wall
in my heart

trying to get in

i have unlocked the world
seeking the key

the key which is locked inside my heart

Punch on the nose

I get moving
slowly
like a hammerhead shark
on the floor of the ocean

down here
nervous system rules supreme
to feel is to respond -
is this the ultimate freedom?

come inside my silver suit
hold the real me
around the waistline
but be cautious in case
the packaging splits

with eloquent fabrications
we keep the truth inside

traveller

have you been there?
if you have
you will know what i mean

if you have been there
you'll still be there
no-one ever really comes back

the game from then on
is just keeping up appearances

in my pocket
i still have the ticket
that was torn
at the door to this theatre

don't forget
we all have a train to catch
at the end of the night

past present presumings loaming

not-i
 |
across a snowy plain a pony |
post chase fish waste caste | annoyance dance
haste washed face | incense | fish paste

bang! diner -
open a can of spic and span
presume you are annoyed at me
i wish all the people in the world would like me

but not even all the people in the world like chocolate
so what hope have i got

we leave a swish of scum washed up
pasted on the tidal flat beside embryos
eggs weeds, sea life, false promises

i would like your mouth
's insides, salty and samey, the fish
saying hello

o

swoosh open like a rockpool scourged of foam
teeth knocking about, little shells and fish
ointments of the ocean, Neptune's necklace

after the nuclear embargo, we claw back into
erotic environments, cooling pools, flames
blue incisions in the sky - face baked rockets

this is the end of 'i'

x

past pirates
make out
in the desert

forkword floats
on an ocean
of bile

placed carefully
an iota
toybota

please fish out
the wet ones

we are all the same

we are all inane
& insane

Nichols Gorge Wetwang

what is a number?

just a little indivisible piece of nothing wrapped around on itself

the number plane
like a cave sodden field
a worn face
of dolines cut with
 spilled acid

only a sort of inertia
prevails against these accidents

stretch marks in my text
record connecting white neurons
like drops advancing down a pane
the opium flower in my mind meadow

I smell a gag being removed -
take a quick breath between suffocating words -

a whiff of geist

2028 eclipse happens to open a wormhole to
our antient selves, looking back beyond apophic destruction
(self inflicted or otherwise) to taste
the day again, when the sun was fresh
and time was spinning before us carelessly

we cast our eye upon the sentient world
still crawling, fidgeting, like ants across a pancake
and hold our gaze there - burning into the earth
pounding down upon the blundering beasts
with fury and precision and dreadful cause

a father's hand on his child's peaceful flesh
understands vengeance is a curse bestowed genetically
strengthening the bonds that condition us to survive
our beautiful society - verb words loosen truth
happiness dilutes bliss, knowing undoes pure childish wisdom

if we forget our ancestry, these events can seem meaningless
like a random casting of the dice, cutting off heads
splintering glass buildings, plundering floods and lahars
but this is just the rocking of the cradle that bore us here
the angry voice of the father against the railing child -

the father that we are destined to become