Wednesday, 27 March 2013

Waste Land


Walking a tight line to the plaster room my foot bone broke when I fell four days down a sink hole in my imagination. We're all the colour of mushroom aping sleep and motion sickness for thrills from drum taste of dub, look out there's a crash coming in. Late. She died drinking from a crack in the cup. I've heard that's something people say, I believe it's so feeling warmer now you've come home. Blood on the wall, 'looks like blood,' the police medic said and was sorry for the time we should be asleep and young girls please gash nail varnish only in rage. Size is deceptive. Two social lives worked together lead to ruin. The solution would be to buy a pack of four biros not one at a time, illogical position in a meaningless universe, says that in my dictionary…accept it a gift, eleven year old me for help with my homework. Swollen by the past. Reaction to earrings from my old work the way they take it so seriously I think it bigger just doing their job a fraction of my day and I of theirs, go home and forget who'd live in a flat? Pulsing with poltergeist activity same night as the fight his turntable tilted but a nudge behind a wall of books also his and two bowls, mine, reversed, this can't be blamed on a cat. Adrenalin trap. Another day lame researching internal fungal growth. Everything on my plate I suppose I should eat. Everyone's different one fig skin later I was shitting all night. No one told him, swallowed it whole for years. If I wash up now the tape will still be running when he gets home from work and look like I've done more than knitting bone, four weeks till a sticky join speed of an ex-fingernail. Sorry T.S. I lie down in the dark with four sides of you but kept getting up to turn on the light and write something down and now you've finished a bird in spring sounds angry. She thought I should listen to her.

Friday, 22 March 2013

General Practice

I am not your previous

or next appointment

call me from the waiting room

where signs on the wall

say abusive behaviour

will not be tolerated

he weighs me up

as a waste of his time

but did not ask me

to take off my walking boots

before weighing me

that would take more time

yes, I walked here

no, I don't have a mobile phone

expression of nothing at all

when I say pain

and he winces

at the word flatulent

he turns the next suggestion card

on his face

I gave up milk and feel a little better

but I've lost more weight

eat ice-cream every night he says

try the next page

how much do you smoke?

never smoked in my life

lands like a personal affront

and the angry fist

in my belly

starts punching

when he opens a new file

your trouble would stop

if you had a baby

the general practice doctor

dressed for a bank job

safest employment

OK I could choose

a job like yours

but I don't think I could

care enough…

or might care too much

from my seat it looks like caring

is not one of his qualifications

only interested if

I agree to swallow

that new and profitable pill

pushed on me

earning rewards for him

I feel like they're playing

a game of shove

what's wrong with her?

I don't know

but we mustn't let it show

I think it's nothing at all

she just likes coming here

tell her the same as the rest

then shove small change like me

in the slot

and watch another one

fall off the edge

Tuesday, 19 March 2013

Looking Front to Back

Electric light upstairs, opposite

my front window

echoes itself through

a venetian blind

blinding at night

on all day

but dim by sun light

waiting for filaments to break


Hydrangea downstairs, garden

my back window

unpinked by the

third snow fall

or can die now

a lady moved house

browning to overtake

other dry bush sisters

Sunday, 10 March 2013

Selling, no give

The careful arrangement

of a hood on a dummy

he made it late afternoon work

with sheets of

what I've done, can do

no more than one side

and a pained foot

the right, I tried to walk

so it wouldn't show

offering something I could be

of some use somewhere

for a price

she bone china judge from the street

he granite in the window

draping around

the plastic face

sold with thanks

a knot in the drawstring

keep you in mind