in keeping with every call
all laughs
all silent sighs
the tint of ochre smells across the widened sky
in touch with every wave
where flesh clings and rests
in imperfection on the surface

the very best of microscopic pests keep home surrounded by the buzzing call
of drums
wherein
the dry dance flung its voice hoarse within the song it sung
echoed steps in mooreland grass
bent beneath clumsy toe stubbed feet
an eye for an eye inspecting the slaughtermen's retreat
inspecting the the precise cutting of beef and mutton rings
dissected in tea breaked light fingered bloody gossip
some wide assed stand up punchline delivering prophet
engrossed in humours' "tell it like it is you laughin scar",
in clownish bloomers in gross weights
smuggled in and handed out at custom gates,
bodies overboard, warning bells swinging metal, crisp silent ring
textures upon the air, some shag rug of a camper van in the back,
not breeze or foul swearing not iron or pressed hair
some secret fashion from my sister's lair down hall
from where I once escaped through bedroom window when refused permission
to stay out late, "that exciting was it? For why go to all that damned
trouble why not grow up patiently then leave out the front friggin door?"
Bloody werewolves roamin' -teenage drones- scatterin' belongings to the wind
seeking silver bullet friends
"oh its an emotional time suicide: distracted by penny ante poker games
establishing logic at the expense of all the time that time spent went,
when every love life intersects with every open book or torn down fence in
the bathroom of the imagination, called back to life from the knock on the
door - you in there you little fuck?"

Every search beneath the armchair cushion reveals every stance you took
once real now a burnt out line on which the distance of life and time
disgorges spilt in fresh dug graves sprinkled with lime
like a whirling candyfloss bin collectin sugar trash its sweet tooth aching,

in some tragic bloodline your dropping starlight shines like headlights
approaching rabbits eyes, the sky blind falls, fingers playing player piano
time at the dosy weaponic wheel in spired auto-acrobatic carbines
ammunition dissolved in acidic riverbeds
waterfalling over the risen dead, standing in front of where you wish to tread
moving on beyond the casting couch the up-jumpered hand that feeds getting
stuck thrashing out the park where sunlight through the oakleaved roof
strikes is at night the playground battlefield of forgotten yoof strung
between short term gains our headaches our future our throbbing migraines
our our our each little piggy trampled each tickled laugh a music sample
each knock upon the window the call for sending out for take away before
the program's back on, the deadline now a show of arms wrapped in rubber
hose, -where's the rich vein sticking out of this stone - tickled needle
injecting humour cheap laugh bad ass launch pad
the growth: greenery stands against the housebrick -blow me down - breeze
against all the odds, crying friggin wolf
heroic rhymes discussing the good old times when gods and men hacked at
each others friends "oh destruction oh glory war, oh combat with coffins,
or shadow boxing whores oh grimly watching watching watching wondering what
to do next watching watching watching what is the mother of all eyes to do
next?"
Listen mutely to describing scent, got that thing stuck up your turned up
nose yet?
touch the vision - unearthly white- that appears after death after here and
now your body decomposite slows and air fills
with fragrance, empty valour, complicity and description in vain
in towers of pain inside outside inside outside where the road runs out
the tyres bald -screeching brakes- radio on full bast ,nose picked rubbing
ectoplasmic remains on the seatbelt strap,
wanting to ring some old pally up , waiting waiting waiting the doctor the
vet the queue
some saline solution some quick fix some drug opens up the firewall of life that lets nothing past in panic haste
or forget me not love
the virus panics, moves on
-it may not survive in such a host-
smile crying as you personally feel another dessertion coming on "the
bastard virus went and left me"
that cranked up fireball of emotion passing you by like a full bus
you, and half the city, been waiting all this tim, then the laugh the
tittering mass past glories past fashions, past moments of last ordered
please insurrections
the erection great skyscrapers of life, great building blocks of humility
in Dr. God's eye relfected
great avenues of waste overthrow open sewers we charter thoughts "Charon
and your ferryman's fat ass"
into heaven on the greener other side
waving lovers tokens at the check in "its alright love just me and my food
miles coming through on eternal credit -been keepin up my payments to the
satellite channel in the sky wondering if I's ever gonna git to where
whatsit is"
exactly my point my big dumb as a thumper focus group, opinon poll wrapped
round me chips and flushed down the toilet bowl
"that's where you'll have to dig my young cabin "boy/person" exploited for
yoof coiture and future give it up now, give it up and send the steamers
packing back to the plasticine era pre-growing up and making a university
degree out of having consciousness oh, well done now fuggoff down the bank
an' sort out the national debt (divvy git)"
take my hand - unaware of cold wind-up buzzer concealed within my palm,
here's some mimimal wage now flock off down the delicately placed bananskin
republic pavemement
try get a grasp on the distance between the flat earth society and the
other side of the world contemplating the sleep of dreams, a bastard world
built on hellenic myth and secret weapons
imagine the witch hunt yer soul goes through to make ends meet in infinite
orbit.

10/05/01