SKIN FILTER TIPPED & READY ROLLED:

For three days I smell smoke coming out’ve my skin, like I used to
when I played the working mens clubs as a teenager, like when
smoking was allowed in studios. It’s a metallic smell, unlike
smokey hair or breath, a filtered aroma entwined with salt & blood.
I sniff my clothes, my skin, my fingers & it’s not coming from
any of them. It’s starting to drive me up the wall! Where’s it
coming from? I’m beginning to wonder if i’ve got some kind’ve
brain problem affecting my sense of smell. Is this a sign that
I’m spiralling down into a catalogue of malfunctions, a tastes
of years to come?
After three day it’s starting to give me a head ache.

(K)

DOCTOR FOOTLIGHTS:

Head on in it’s own station, good girl monkey, is this Heaven?
What have you got that I want honey-pot, waiting for a train?
Dark clouds, tomorrow’s dream of rain, gathers in the wind.
Feedback friend I’m going home, head on, electric legend,
captured by time, all our roots in Black & White. East end,
boys in dresses dance in the street, get the traffic whispering.

“Oh Yeah”

(K)

HAPPY TEA BAG:

Well, got this far again, seventeen years clean & the rest
in belly-button days. Going to the capitol, wash my feet in
the water, breakfast on fry-ups & promenade till sunset,
ride the dippers & dodgems, candy floss on sticks, the sweet
smell of onions frying in the dark & abandon myself to the joy
of cheese driven neon grooves. Wish you were here…

(K)

IN THE LAND OF SMILING ‘X’ PEOPLE:

Mad & beautiful, you came out’ve nowhere, talking loud
to make sure you were heard. Red wrapped around you, fast
in-&-out, look around. Hidden eyes approaching, come for
the bitter stuff, knuckles white, so serious, cheer up!
Folding laugh (two times grey) walks in, concealed fists,
machine growling, steam, white stick whipping.
All the coming & the going, talking low in corners so not
to be heard. Flat-foot slapping, perfume of a man, a suit
surprise, pink, a random dog, all come for the comfort of
a bitter aromatic roast.

Listening to Goran Kajfes Subtropic Arkestra –
‘The Reason Why – Vol. 2‘

(K)

ALL THE X’S SPOKEN:

Machine growling, White stick walking, the coming & the going
of the mice. You know me now, what I like, flat-foot slapping,
carrying the perfume of a man in suit. You did it over night,
leaning into shadow, sunlit mouth, carrying a fragile thing.

All the X’s have been counted, well at least enough, the circus
put back in it’s box, promises tempered with reality, how many
times? Repeat chorus, fade.

Going back to Hawkwind, Space Hippies underneath the Westway,
doing something…

(K)

X-PEOPLE:

Hey you in the corner, Black spoon hot. Blue, fast, Yellow, fast,
keep looking. Hey you, White arrow, running from the flames,
click, click, click, the rhythm of your heels. Hey you, mad &
beautiful, came out’ve nowhere, Red wrapped around you, fast,
in-&-out. Look around, hidden eyes approaching, where do you keep
the sweet stuff? Knuckles, White, so serious, cheer up!

Today we’re laying ex’s next to names to be entrusted with the
future of our Nation, fingers crossed, ‘X’ marks the spot.

(K)

SCULPTURE PARK:

Full moon, fast talking winds whip around the house, blow windows
wild. I’m a stickman, blurred, walking fast in black & white dreams,
click, click, click, keep moving. I’m child of the Logo, tattooed
sweet-spot, full colour up, running on Calcium, Sodium, Magnesium
Potassium, listening to wires humming in my ears, so when the
bubble bursts I wont hear. Keep moving, keep moving, don’t stop
Baby…

‘Brainstorm‘ – Hawkwind

(K)

SO…WHAT!?:

On what date & where in the world did the habit
for starting answers with,

“So…”

originate

&

who’s the culprit?

(K)

I’M NOT JUST BREAKFAST, I’M A VISION:

I’ve seen pictures of you together, I’ve seen you, Wow!
I’m picking up the empties now, amazing, amazing, amazing!!!

(K)

GOING OFF GRID:

Are you going out Iconic bridge push a note under my door
as you leave? Did you touch anything? Did you take anything?
Did someone steel me place?
When you get where you’re going, take a picture, send it back,
show me what you want.
Black bridge, black bridge with poetry, nothing means something,
you wear me out.
“That make a change!”
“Don’t even go there!”
“I don’t do code”.
“Have a nice day”

(K)