FEELING HUNGRY?:

Turn it on if it’s turned off, dressed in silver, with a cheesy grin.
Poppy-head pin, shower-head, bed-head, thinking too far ahead, have
you been here before?

(K)

KINGS & QUEENS:

Here he comes,
The line,
The smiles,
The radiance,

Hands to clasp,
Messages transmitted,
Received,

This fantastic journey,
I thought I was no one,
You,
Made me,
Someone.

Listening to Softmachine 

(K)

WOW COLOURS!:

Take off, fly low, go somewhere, anywhere, delivering something good.
Autumn’s burning, smoke in the wind, smells good, the comfort of fire.
Sat outside, breathing clear air, voices on the inside, laughing.
Temperature rising, extending seasons, conceals the snap approaching.
An old song sung with a painted smile, wooden figures, actors in a
play, a sign, stand around dazed, in costume, in shock.
Alone & it’s ok, ring the bell, say, “Yes!”, slip in through the
back door welcomed.

Thee Oh Sees – Gelatinous Cubeh

(K)

DISPLAY THIS WAY UP:

She calls from the sky, falls from the sky, to wipe the ink from
your fingers. Leaves messages in teacups, visions dreamed,
a photograph of darkness turned to comedy.
She comes, singing random nothings, obscured by the growl of
sunday aeroplanes.
She moves slow, unseen, leaves anonymous gifts, doesn’t need the
credit, Chocolate Fingers, Custard Creams, not trying to change
the world.

Listening to Zomby & HKE – Tenkyuu

(K)

THE BOAT SHOW:

In a circle of stewed tea & chocolate fingers, the boat show
rolled in to town. The first story laid,the bar set high,
fuelled on laughter & the rhythm of slapping backs. The glamour
of a hyped life, misery transformed, polished into grand exotica,
cartoon epics evolved, embellished, pumped into diamond legends
obscuring truths. Did you feel a chill wind?
Detached from reality, the boat started sinking.

(K)

CAMPFIRE STORIES:

Hands held,
Circles formed,
Pockets full of stones,
Unity in the glasshouse.

Kojey Radical – ‘Open Hand’ – 23 Winters

(K)

DAWN:

Appears out of the dark, preceded by rubber grumbles, pushing a big
red thing on wheels, wheels that used to be our friends,
friends remain, no longer write letters, industry as poetry, a legend
still rolling, a glimmer of a smile in recollection of times.

Messages vibrate cafe tables, shaken by distant afterthoughts as the
names of exotic hot-stuffs burst through the door, rolling off the
tongues of painters & decorators, twenty first Century evolution
on the move, the accent of Man, steamed with a shot, keeping it clean
since 1971.

Listening to Niels Kirk

(K)

BETTER THAN A CARTOON SMILE:

One gone on ahead, the others yet to come. Stand back, but don’t
look down, something good, better than a cartoon smile, is coming –
better even than sunrise.

Listening to: Christian Wallumrød Ensemble – ‘Kurzsam And Fulger‘

(K)

HEAD FULL OF KITCHEN:

We got cake,
We got sweet stuff,
We got sugar for days,
Solutions to the white noise in the kitchen.

listening to: ‘Feeling Good’

(K)

IN A WARM PLACE:

Beneath the beat, the hiss, the calls, a light is rising.
It’s not as cold as you’d expect to shiver. Look, a thumb raised
in passing, across the street. Love amongst the dancing skeletons
of seasons.
The front page & backs discarded on tables, puddles of cold morning
coffees – double shots of extra strong. The times, the games, the
hot & steamy, smooth & creamy distractions to look the other way or
into the light.

(K)