Dead and Hung

 

how cold the breath now

mouth dripping
for hens to come pecking at my waste
a meal deal
with coke and ash browns
a shell like in your ear
eat and be merry
I am gone. to seek friends
relief.. no more sun
workers unite and fall
fisherman struggle to the shores
me alone with sister ray
the world for you
and an electric cinema
polishing you fools for the mantlepiece
nesters and farmers feeding more
the green gateway to earth
the old man waiting on the chair
in a square hole he watches with blind eyes
digitalization becomes a child
a socratic moment within a dream of fame and dough
she chides me as she always does
as faeries wing and flutter their way into the den of wolves
she does the same
she is just a child still

 

Casket

 

Floating on the wind
and they run out
they pull at me
one smart with scars, another old and wed
I watch the casket go by, wooden with flowers
another eye ignores me
the other pulls at my battery and curses me
I look away silent
he taps his phone mysteriously looking at me again
manslaughter comes up
and chaos
'I am invincible' in james bond

I think
dread of money slipping away
her body now gone along the road 
I bow and walk in the other direction
push it away for another day
the scrapman comes and pays his lot and takes it 
I forgot my head
it was in it
cast offs, at last free
just debt and persecution for being here

 

 

A Fish

 

Swimming in a pond
and a face appears
from another pale blue sky

a blonde this time 
stares at us swimmers
golden and white in bands
eyes like the sun
and watches us
hooked claws paddled at the edge
hooks of misfortune pass me by
I swim quickly down
then quietly he looks away
again tranquil
another day
and back he comes to look
a giant on his journey stops to play
we stare as he goes around
looking everywhere
hell is sending that engine steaming at me
exploding from the fire
as a head pushed down and under
like in an operatic he sings as sinews tie his chords
the eyes are black now as he draws no breath
air pumped out of that tortured grimace
the hands of fate hold him there
while now he stares at me
then softly floats amongst us fish

as darkness comes again