Wanted: Blue Baby

there is nothing, but NOTHING, here.
no-one will listen and no-one will care
about this alley or your silly little complaint -
You used to buy all your records here?
So what? - It's all over now Baby Blue...

how far love goes past knowledge
this will not be useful
there will not be words to say 'now'
or time to grant them

spiritualy tea

some truth reading seer monkey will read this and think otherwise

but i cant believe ive typed so many words

Interview

Read this with  the chorus of Cat Stevens' 'Games People Play' in back of mind:

Listening to a woman on the radio talk about lost negatives of some very important photographs this morning. They were all 'incinerated' in the 2001 World Trade Center (sic) disaster. "The Safe was strangely intact but the photographs were all ash. They made an appointment for me to go and see them"...

One of the stories we tell ourselves. One we, in fact, solicit to tell to our listeners. An audience. Strange that the safe was intact yet the contents were ash. The journalist (sic) asked no exploratory questions...

Open ended, for me, we were left with this ladies account of her own material losses. Another '9/11 tale'.

Ideas about investigating the WTC vaults occur... I decide it is enough to do this. I also note the interest of the word 'vault' and make a note to re-consider at a later date. There were vaults.

Inspiration

The worth of a thing
The plastic realities' reality
My one pair of eyes
A slew of reading books

All glued to my toilet seat
I am beside myself
What's a low down bum to do
But wait? No finer toilet kit...

Gobshites In Gabardines.

A common site is what you saw
A glimpse of them on the far off shore
- not that you knew it then -
But the specimens you met as your arcs related
seemed over intent on having extirpated

your every wholesome thought, - of Birdwatchers.

A call went out:

the whole flock departed in SUV's
dusting you, me, and low lying trees
in a 9000 RPM, sand clouded curve
out of the Norfolk Wildlife Reserve..

..texting azimuth and elevation co-ordinates
as they went
To sight an African Stork
at Morley, near Kent....

hey jude

murdering you has been my longest indulgence
i didnt know when i began
that you were nearly out of your mind

u told me you were being trying
said i you should be done with dyin
and now - you say you love me -
i cried the whole night thru

all the single ladies say:
no sun make nothing make no sun hey -
all the single ladies put they hands up

say na h nah nah nah na na nah na na nah

needs a strong title

being a vehicle of death
i feel nothing but anxiety
about the possibility of
roots and variety

we are the plastic band
conversation variety
half remembered
guts van sandt

arboration satiety

trite and shite

i'd guess you'd call me 'negative'
if ever i'd thought about it
i'd everso guess, politely express
that you could no nawt abawt it

but you mihgt retort
exactly i thought,
that spooner was down
on his 'ism'

and fuck every wise word
that sounds on a falling ship
and wouldn't have worded
me wisely. Ships away not glib

pete postlethwaite

not to be confused with..

post title fight

the impulse which comes first
- thats the one - not the second
not the one you spend the rest of your life trying to fathom
and live down, up - whatever

the first one, the one that said
'stay down' you're finished

follow that
and be done.

Zimmer Vision

Are you a prosaic old man or are you the same as me
and require some kind of meter, rhyme or melody
to smooth your non-transition? You're nothing in-between
and of that I was sure when I saw you, hobbling
(did you have a frame or something?) outside the Co-op.

I suppose it was youthfulness in your face - or something
else gave me first sight. I wasn't sure of what until you sank
in to me and I coughed you up and saw that you were me
not in 20 or thirty years - but now. Just me. Not old. 
More ill than aged. It's not for wimps - that's for sure.

Resolved to wait a while longer, I pedal faster, breathe deeper
and feel all the life that is left along with the shortness
the weakness and the dying. No chorus of "I'm alive"
or other affirming platitudes. More a quiet resolve and
- "mmm - best get a clip on"... Pump up tyres when home.

Poem

Got to go to work Poem.
Don't hold me back please
You know there are frames to be made
and invoices to be written
Why do you always do this at 9 in the morning,
ensuring that I am neither of a great writer or
a successful business man? Let alone a half decent parent...
Is it just because you can? If that be the case.
I owe you and I will show you and then I will make you work for ME.

Or is it because you are an orphan and have had to survive alone for all these years?

I may learn to have sympathy for you. But, for now, take that - and be glad I wasn't holding a brush.

ends.

The Hidden Post

In Angola, the situation was quite bad, so I was pleased to discover that the economy had grown at 12% this year. So much so, that Angola has offered Portugal monetary help during their recent crisis. The IMF, I discover, are helping many countries with what have been termed: 'bailouts'. These bailouts are made very much dependent upon recipients selling off any nationalised assets into private hands.

Pulling in to the car park of my local swimming pool, I felt and heard a painful crunching on the passengers' side of the car. When I got out to inspect, the damage had been caused by a post. A hidden post. A post which, after I had swum, discussed event with duty manager and returned to car, I photographed to prove its invisibility (I have the photos for anyone who is interested).

The Duty Manager suggested I might like a token free swim. I protested angrily that this would unfungible at best. Then I wondered: "Did I really use that word? and Do I even know what it means?". What's interesting is the use of a word which, sometimes, a speaker might not even recognize, at a pressurised moment, which seems to enter the vocabulary of the speaker as if by divine intervention. This ever happen to you?

Fungibility is the ability to substitute one example of a good by another example of the SAME good. Money is fungible. It's an economic term. Where fungibility is used in a non-economic sense it is used as metaphor. Commodities, options, and securities are fungible assets. Stock options are freely interchangeable and wheat stored in a grain elevator is not specifically identified as to its ownership...

Car repairs, however - and the free facility of a swimming pool for a day are thoroughly UNFUNGIBLE. The God of diction had smiled upon me and was smoting the Duty Manager - who did look a bit smited. I wont say smitten. Words are important in moments of high pressure. I'm sure the presidents of Portugal and Angola appreciate this as do the big boys of world trade affairs at the IMF. But they don't get 'given' words. They have to learn them.

Since God began working through me and I was thus embued with the divine gifts of a prostletysing wordsmith, I have taken to entering into more situations of un-known providence, sometimes involving a degree of carelessness for personal safety, purely so that I might better spread the words of the All-mighty, which I have discovered can be uttered from the mouths of the most humble of men.

And THAT, my friends, is the Word Of God.

Postscript:
I haven't yet had a reply from the executive director of the swimming pool but I have noted that the post in question has been painted a bright yellow. This clearly indicates two things: 1. The post was mis-placed and I was correct in questioning the fungibility of swimming fees and garage bills, and 2. God works through me and I have faith that my garage bills will be paid one way or another.

Egg Lickingly, Bet Fixingly.

In his worst nightmare an egg
sitting in a corner, chuckling
I google 'chuckie egg'
- a computer game from 1983.

That's all and nothing else matters

But I still have questions, like
wasn't it something to do with
birth waiting to happen? Growth
of something? Like bet-fixing

in Billericay or somewhere else..

Graffiti comes from the Latin:
'Graffito' which means 'Graffiti'
with an 'O'. (sic) Ban Sky. N. Y. - C?
todays is the third of October 2013.

Two things which have been blotted.