Woke up with The Fears uninvited, wasp flying round the bedroom.
I thought, like, ‘It’s gonna be great!’, humming along with a tune
in the background, unconscious.
The moral of the story is the cruelty of time. Ideas of doing
something huge ripped up, scattered, found.
THERE IS NO SAFE PLACE SO WE MIGHT AS WELL CONTINUE:
Who’s that, fast feet, keeps moving, never touching the sides?
Crazy-head, what you did last night was…total bag!
Gentle gossamer, whiter that white. Deliberate, never eye-to-eye.
Too tired for conversation, leaves early, gets home late, crashes,
Lovers, incoming messages, chocolate alternatives.
Wrists ringed in silver.
I’m ready to join the world.
WHO’S THAT JUST WALKED IN?:
Dressed in Black, exposed, looks around.
Look away, gone.
Up in the air, anything good on the radar?
Medium White, sharp curves, a second glance.
A book recommended by an electric friend.
A good day, emotional.
Every ending is a new beginning, here comes a crazy one!
Focus, keep it in the day, one stepping.
Leaning stick stands around waiting, reading the morning paper,
Hat on backwards, forwards, showing a bit of leg at your age.
Facing East, West, bookends.
Swagger life, co-ordinated colours.
Knuckles, certified sweeteners.
Lovers rattling, steaming, struggling.
I’d call ya, but the phone’s in the van.
IN THE STUDIO WITH RICK:
Some kind’ve bug thing infestation in the body.
Something caught shaking hands or..?
Scrambled head, but..
Throat, a rusty pipe that…
Whose bones are these?
A BRIDGE TO NODAL SWIVELLING:
I keep going ’cause it keeps getting better.
AFTER BLUE DOT:
Back home dazed stumbled out the bus into morning sunlight
clutching bags & hanging wardrobes & things on wheels whose
guttural grumbling grate upon the fragile ear of one so newly
born from it’s bunk. The weird dreams, the mouth dried in the
howl of A/C, the throat clogged with words unborn, the water
bottle jammed into a corner between the mattress & the wall,
brief nocturnal lubrications, first aid placations stave off
an inevitable damage that would render this voice useless,
a band without a mouth, a black hole with teeth, mute dancer,
go-go boy, podium wiggler, nothing.
Remember where you parked the car, the letter, the number.
Discover you can only exit or pay to get in then out again.
Let it go, laugh, remember twenty years ago.
Cool air, window down, elbow out. Drive between avenues of
green & green & green, Summer at it’s best, hallelujah light,
a boost, a lift, a free gift before the heat kicks in.
Today listening to Worriedaboutsatan – ‘Even Temper‘