GIANT CRAB HOLDING CARTOON WORLD:
Porridge, Tea, early morning art, following a groove through
slow moving traffic jammed into a city, no place for anger or
it’s pal ‘frustration’, destination chill-out behind the wheel
until we turn 360 degrees & get out’ve here. Radio surfer,
window down, elbow, cool morning breeze before the heat begins.
Listening to something Californian, suits the sound of the surf
in my head, voices breaking through the white noise, fragments
of 25 years of sucking poetry off the streets.
No, I don’t know what it means either…