tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84146089895048763992024-02-19T22:46:33.361-08:00the sound of the crank of summeraction stationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09432470576920904380noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414608989504876399.post-32908422528607008362009-04-06T04:55:00.001-07:002009-04-06T04:55:15.246-07:00chip chip chip<br /><br /> <br /><br />goes the chisel on<br /><br />i can feel the bits<br /><br />peel off, it's<br /><br /> <br /><br />chipping<br /><br /> <br /><br />and underneath is blue and red and<br /><br />yello<br /><br /> <br /><br />i underestimate the skin of you<br /><br />the<br /><br />hands are wrapped in<br /><br />bubble wrap one<br /><br /> <br /><br />under the tracks one<br /><br /> <br /><br />under the rockery<br /><br /> <br /><br />i keep on with my<br /><br />tool<br /><br />hit a line<br /><br /> <br /><br />and blood like a tree goes<br /><br /> <br /><br />-kapowaction stationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09432470576920904380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414608989504876399.post-36719411425067935612009-04-06T04:52:00.000-07:002009-04-06T04:54:18.109-07:00it's all well green<br /><br />it would seem &<br /><br />down comes the sun<br /><br />into my wintry lap<br /><br /> <br /><br />i see the first<br /><br />girls with straps &<br /><br />naked arms<br /><br />gooseflushed as april<br /><br />flesh in patterned<br /><br />leaves<br /><br /> <br /><br />why when for so long<br /><br />the dark clears to this<br /><br />bell-clear morning<br /><br />would my heart hang so<br /><br />heavy in the<br /><br />branches of that<br /><br />budding space?<br /><br /> <br /><br />and in the sound of the crank<br /><br />of summer &<br /><br />dusting off of candlelight<br /><br />where all is fresh and new and<br /><br />smelling white<br /><br /> <br /><br />i kick a bird<br /><br />it shattersaction stationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09432470576920904380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414608989504876399.post-54838607059263714952009-04-03T04:01:00.001-07:002009-04-03T04:01:58.851-07:00the spastics on the telly put me off my mince pie<br /><br />i looked round to see granny's teeth<br /><br />"tinsel is a snake" i said, but<br /><br />they didn't hear me<br /><br />(over the queens peach-<br /><br />which rose out of the wrapping<br /><br />like a statue)<br /><br /> <br /><br />hear me out i say<br /><br />i'm here with this aftershave what<br /><br />you've got me<br /><br />the bottle is a man with a cock<br /><br />like a toblerone<br /><br />it's confusing<br /><br />and smells mainly of<br /><br />tears<br /><br />but in a way<br /><br /> <br /><br />it's just what i've always<br /><br /> <br /><br />wantedaction stationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09432470576920904380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414608989504876399.post-90020857245307637942009-04-03T03:57:00.001-07:002009-04-03T03:57:38.315-07:00<span>i ran into an industrial estate and looked around</span><br /><span>the spikes got me</span><br /><span> </span><br /><span>i opened my eyes to the exchange rate</span><br /><span>it was no good </span><br /><span> </span><br /><span>i have drunk all the drinks</span><br /><span>and told in bars of past dead singers and </span><br /><span>cotton picker’s slave chests</span><br /><span> </span><br /><span>you have fallen off the world and gone-</span><br /><span>in pictures you look vague</span><br /><span> </span><br /><span>and i’ve been stuck in worse</span><br /><span>elevators with dry fishing dreams</span><br /><span>of the great wide open</span><br /><span> </span><br /><span>but if i could take my spear and run it</span><br /><span>into your body i would</span>action stationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09432470576920904380noreply@blogger.com0