Silent Pop

After being fully cured of brain weevils
his brave and tortured feet trod meaningfully if not
magnificently towards the shopping mall
ready at last for the arcade of abundance

When a dancing sphere not quite
lighter than air but certainly greener and fatter
bounced along the road beside him
he recognised a portent as well as the next ape

Should he adopt it, or release it
back into the nearest river?

It swerved into the road and survived strikes
from not one but two vehicles before
silently popping beneath a third

It was certainly as if something but what

Platinum Jubilee David

Holding his cigarette between his transition to
working again in book was asked by
every like champagne in celebration of the fabric
of the surveyor unafraid and generous
and beyond them him to
understand optics master for joy 

Some years later to get in contact with David the long
email chain to invite him to make a stained mythical
mythical awestruck utterly working in book
mythical 1980s Hollywood Thanksgiving
insatiably voraciously curiously
assured master for joy 

There have been few eyes
they are brown
because days going
resolved by thinking Deans in the end
brother Ptolemy appointed as David came to see
a guided three piece suit
and after that we became friends
Rufus in his school play of the hawthorn
bushes exploding my glass window
and in Yorkshire the hedgerows 

To film David smoking his young self
took a bit of convincing but in the end
a glass window like champagne in celebration
in surveyor of the fabric of
platinum David invited to make a stained Yorkshire
he resolved by thinking of
the long email chain the guided hedgerows
the blue greater pleasures of his poorly space

Some years later Ptolemy appointed
his native contact with David in Cabaret
of the hawthorn bushes exploding if he knew
the then Dean Abbey in honour of paint yourself
was asked by Rufus in his school play
was asked by scientists in their technologies 

Our family maxim "Inspiration she does just had
his 11th birthday"

Rufus in his three piece school play
Yorkshire a stained bore and
Westminster Abbey asked by the hawthorn bushes
to fetch a canvas dressed parents
exploding he resolved by thinking
brother Ptolemy newly guided like
our son Rufus like champagne in celebration
took a bit of convincing to invite him like
our son Rufus like champagne curiosity

To make fabric of the email chain
some years later in honour of the hedgerows
if he knew how to get the Abbey or how
to get in contact with the Queen's Platinum David

https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2026/jun/12/david-hockney-remembered-artists-rachel-whiteread-jeremy-deller

https://cutuptechnique.com/

It Can't Walk Away

At the height of its elevation it looked six years old

At the height of its immolation it was nearly ten

At the depths of its dependence it had a mental impairment

At the depths of its ascendance it flourished as malnourished

The chosen child chose to be covered in sores

In the light of its destiny it was locked in the darkest cellar

In the light of its destiny it lived in the world's richest city

In the dark of its promise it lived on sawdust and scraps

In the dark of its promise it sat in its own sacred filth

The chosen child rejoiced in its sores

It huddled it hid it cringed in the corner

Living under the threats of being cleansed and living in sunlight 

Leads to the memory of its womb figure's voice and the

life-not-lived, as it squeaked "I will be good. Please let me out"

Los Ritual

She took the big plunge
I accompanied for the encouragement
the ice dive no wetsuit surface breaker
the local name escapes me

We walk back to the camp
She's shivering she's shaking but
- Don't touch me

The others, the fire mob
snort and scoff - Is it even
real if you didn't film it

That's when I started to untie the antique harpoon
from the wall

She shook her frosty curls like - Enough
of your nonsense

She'd undertaken the big dipper
and was free from us all

393 to Chalk Farm

He's just a normal dude who rides the bus
looking for signs like a regular guy
a stand-up sit-down scum of the earth type
I'm talking about myself in case. Now

Scratched on the seat in front are
new clues
I need your help to decode

1. Dara is a freshie
2. Nom is a Godod

Reply, reply. I await your device

Forever etched in chalk

He decided to hang up his darts
bin the arrows for good now
the line and length had gone down the dumper

Now the friendly pub banter had evolved into
mean-spirited barracking. They called
him an itchy twitcher, a wobble lobber, the
pant-wetting double dropper

Profanity had become
their lingua franca

Plus they crowded him. He could smell
the Monster Munch on their breath

'It's only the Weekend League Barry'

Also the fuzzy carpet triggered his
heart arrhythmia and tunnel vision

'It's only the Fox & Hounds Over 50s Baz'

Yes it was time to throw his arrows
down the well of amnesia

Also, being paid for a victory in ale
was an insult to a teetotaller

'You were so insulted you drank it anyway'

The Fish Question

I am a fish, and I am swimming
under a boat and I see a tasty
looking worm hanging from a hook,
should I eat it?

Swim away immediately!
That 'tasty' worm is trap called bait on spike.
You know spike? Ouch sharp metal demon
set by human, you know human right?
Your dad called them 'land monkeys'

If you nibble, a sharp metal hook
will pierce your pretty mouth,
and you risk being yanked out of the water
into a dry, oxygen-less environment. How will
you like that, hint not much Nemo. Snagged.
Glug glob choke. Become someone dinner.

Listen to your fishy instincts. Look
for shadows above, a ghostly wriggle.
Even if human is intend to let you go,
the trauma, scale loss, and injury from hook
can result in perfect lousy day
and make you easy prey
for bigger potatoes to fry.

Keep swimming fishfolks. Look for
real foraging grounds near structure and weeds.
Be smart, live long and shapeshift away.