Friday 16th June

TOO LOUD WOMAN:

Hiya,
Hiya,
Hello?
Can you hear me?
Hiya,
Stupid phone!

Sorry,
Every time I try to call you the phone drops out,
It’s Sod’s law,
yeah,
Ha ha ha,

Oh for God’s sake!
That’s ridiculous,
Oh for God’s sake!
Yeah,
Too right,
Muppet!

Yeah,
Yeah,
He’s obviously having a Sally moment,
Yeah,
Yeah,
Yeah,
Ha ha ha,
Two thousand,
Yeah

 

(K)

Thursday 15th June

FOOTWEAR TELLS THE STORY:

Someone smells like a cocoanut,
A thin man reads a book about power,
A Brown shoe taps a rhythm,
A back arches,
Ears stop listening,
Sound replaces sound,
A head rests on a shoulder,
A tiny hat sits on an interesting head,
The news returns to fear,
A voice intones the names of places,
Clothes transmit messages,
Fingers stroke the faces of tiny devices,
Fathers hold the hands of children,
Eyes cover their tracks in Blue glass,
Voices duet,
Nails are painted Red,
Tall hats disappear into tunnels,
Zips are undone,
Invitations are opened,
Thumbs become impatient,
Skin is uncovered,
Hands keep a grip,
Fingers dip in pockets,
Arms are folded,
Mouths make soothing sounds,
Footwear tells the story

 

(K)

Wednesday 14th June

GETS ON WOMAN:

Fierce beauty of the dance hall,
One time razor of hell,
Copper Blonde,
Skin-tight Black,
Patent slipper feet,
Flap,
Bounce the one foot,
Rhythm,
Never stops,
One leg crossed,
Marking time with internal clock,

Tattooed backs of arms,
Threatening,
Stares across the isle,
Through her young lover,
Head shaved up the sides,
Flat as tarmac,
Top greased erect as a stickleback,
Fred Perry,
Black,
Stone-washed jeans,
Clean as new pins,
Fat bulge in the pocket,
Loose on medication

 

(K)

Tuesday 13th June

HOPE ON TIME & LIQUID:

Can I sit next to you?
Do you mind moving your bag?
Talk to me in French until the next stop,

I don’t know you,
I don’t like your footwear,
Your taste is alarming,

We say goodbye,
It’s a good thing,
It’s later than I wanted,

I’ve got a slow puncture,
I left it in the carpark,
Low on petrol,
Under a tree,

I made two phonecalls,
I bought a ticket,
I saw the news,
I punched the air,

Now everything is different,
Precarious,
Uncertain,
It’s a good thing

 

(K)

Monday 12th June

UP THE WOODEN HILL:

Chaos concealed in lies,
Double wrapped for freshness,
Smiles with closed eyes,

Security pass,
Happy face photograph,
Barcode ribbon around the neck,

Escape with arms open wide,
Flicks fast through the news,
With offensive footwear,

This is the Black show,
This is the Brown shoes,
Bad comfortable trousers,

This are the fingers,
These are the messages,
Rescued from captivity,

A cheeky glance,
A mystery bag,
Safety,
Security,

Beards,
Oh my god!
Are you still here?

 

(K)