Author: jim clayton

the ones that went before

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our tour guide Oliver
pterosaur t-shirt flat-hat time traveller
big boss fossiller
brains like an ossuary
real-time repository
of natural science and palaeontology
uses the tip of his walker’s cane
to draw on the sand and casually explain
how this three-toed boulder
130 million years or older
was once a footprint squelched in mud
baked in the sun, backfilled in a flood
a plus-size, bus-size iguanodon
putting their foot down, carrying on
following the herd along ancient tracks
out to the breeding grounds and back

speedy boarding

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we’re ready now for speedy boarding
the chosen few, the crowds applauding
falling back to let them through
the godlike ones who cannot queue
you’ll know them by their silver hats
their diamond rings and silk cravats
how wonderful to see them in
their chariots and palanquins

speedy boarding! speedy boarding!
wealth is great and so rewarding
should we stop awhile and bless
these tortured souls in such distress?
wave a press’d and perfum’d glove
above the stress’d who queue and shove?
to heal their woes? oh, please let’s do it!
(but the gate is free so let’s go through it)

the stories behind these tattoos

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these two rings?
they represent everything
including my parents
who remind me of the need for forbearance
regular meals and antidepressants
no, sorry
it’s actually astronomy
two rings no stars for astral economy
a representation
of the tension
between the here and now
the yin and the kapow!
that’s what the tattooist said anyhow
and the tree?
okay yeah the tree is me
rooted to the spot but essentially free
if movement can move you statically
I suppose emphatically
an archetype?
or barketype – am I right!
a representation of the mystic circle of life
a bridge between heaven and earth and shite
roots rapping with the dead, boughs wow-wowing in the light
alright?
what – the ammonite?
the ammonite’s there to remind me at night
to check my lies are watertight
and also because of the siphuncles?
a genetic abnormality I share with my uncles
a tube that runs the length of our guts
and independently opens and shuts
and keeps us buoyant without any fuss
but that’s just us
a handy, family mutation
that regulates the depth in any conversation
not to mention
the disgusting habit
of when you sense food you reach out and grab it
also – eyes on the side, travelling backwards
waggling suckers at our detractors
basically a fossil with siphuncles and sutures
living in the past, lost to the future

holiday snaps

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some time back in the early ADs
a Roman went storming the Persian areas
the Sasanians were finally brought to their knees
and the Roman’s name was Emperor Galerius
to celebrate his glorious victories
he ordered friezes of considerable heft
triumphal arches, a great rotunda
but now there’s not a whole lot left
hundreds of years have come and gone
soldiers, emperors, all ploughed under
a few cats dozing on a sun-browned lawn
or looking for shade amongst the rubble
and the only lasting sense of wonder
is why they went to all that trouble

(three) incidents at the archaeological museum

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I’m walking into the neolithic room
(the exhibits are neolithic; the room is not
the room’s just the place for all the stuff they’ve got:
arrowheads, axes, bones etc
map projectors
that kinda thing)
sandals squeaking
everyone speaking
in respectful tones
shuffling through millennia
with an app on their phones
suddenly
a guard comes up to me
points to the floor
at the painted arrows for
showing
which way you should be going
which is embarrassing
and my face turns hot
but she’s smiling
so I’m guessing
it happens a lot

later

I’m in the museum cafe
cooling off with a frappe
looking for a bin
to chuck my paper napkin in
when the ancient man
at the table next to me
smiles sympathetically
points with his stick
to the square
where
they’ve lined up all their
spare
headless statues
so I bow and say thank you

just
as a big bug
drops from a tree
right in the middle of a table of three
women
who jump up screaming
something so coincident with my leaving
I’m reluctant to go through with it
or it might look like I had something to do with it

status update XLVIII

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A figure of fun whenever I flex / a wayward witch with a dodgy hex / sex on legs but the legs are wonky / hairy as a goddamn donkey / shabby n’shonky / itchy n’glitchy / singing a song but sounding pitchy / flapping like a flunky / back on Monday / diary to shit and the chocolate chunky / bagga nerves, sick of it / next in line and fine with it

But what’s that clunk? / a fault you thunk? / the hatch just cracked and the submarine sunk / you’re flat on your bunk / in a flop sweat funk / your eyes pop out and you lose your junk / how cheerfully you seem to grin / and welcome little fishes in

Macbeth’s back on the ChatGPT / about Act 5 apparently / Lear on the street / rats on his feet / says they’re his slippers and ain’t that sweet / Prospero and Caliban / camping in a caravan / going to Comic Con, both as Batman / Ariel swoops in late as Robin / does some magically tragic hobnobbing / but not as bad as pixie Puck / who doesn’t give a flying you-hoo

I’m a country boy who knows his onions / restraining orders, court injunctions / veterinary tests, farmyard functions / following all the text instructions / causing ructions / Spiderman without the suction / whacked not woke / sparingly spoke / asks for a rise, they think it’s a joke

Give us this day our daily litre / lines for Paul and shots for Peter / demon cops with tape and tarps / to shut down heaven and haul off harps

Woke up early, unexpectedly me / thought I was human but found I’m a tree / tried to walk and shake the dream / but my boots were roots so I stood and screamed

Pinocchio farts and jumps the table / Gepetto starts and chokes on his bagel / it’s almost fatal / but the fairy knows Heimlich and for that we’re grateful / puppets can be a nice surprise / but it’s good to know your limits, guys

motivational posters, reduced to clear

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your only limit
is your mind
or 500 dollars,
whichever comes first

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the
saddest
thing in life
is wasted talent
but
the best thing in life
is
whatever

*

stay hungry
stay foolish
stay the hell off my porch

*

in the midst of winter
I found
within me
an invincible summer
and the rage
to storm
the energy companies

*

don’t let
FEAR
kill your dreams
(that’s the government’s job)

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if your ship
doesn’t come in
swim out to meet it
and if they don’t lower a rope
there’s not much you can do
already exhausted
by such a long swim
& all the jellyfish stings
etc
so
basically
boats, am I right?