chip chip chip
goes the chisel on
i can feel the bits
peel off, it's
chipping
and underneath is blue and red and
yello
i underestimate the skin of you
the
hands are wrapped in
bubble wrap one
under the tracks one
under the rockery
i keep on with my
tool
hit a line
and blood like a tree goes
-kapow
About Me
- action stations
- london, United Kingdom
- composed of abundant light particles which remain relativistic until shortly before recombination. - I like screwdrivers, wooden panelling, ice sculpture, biros, gingham, the forest, clipboards, mustard, notebooks, maths, ketamine, archways, cellophane, rope, puffball mushrooms, loudspeakers, guns, knee-high socks, garages. - I don't like fishfingers, eyeballs, scrappy cats, plasters, liars, hair in food, ketamine, several types of insect, petri dishes, psychology students, toilet roll dolls, pinking scissors, wet dreams
Monday, April 6, 2009
it's all well green
it would seem &
down comes the sun
into my wintry lap
i see the first
girls with straps &
naked arms
gooseflushed as april
flesh in patterned
leaves
why when for so long
the dark clears to this
bell-clear morning
would my heart hang so
heavy in the
branches of that
budding space?
and in the sound of the crank
of summer &
dusting off of candlelight
where all is fresh and new and
smelling white
i kick a bird
it shatters
it would seem &
down comes the sun
into my wintry lap
i see the first
girls with straps &
naked arms
gooseflushed as april
flesh in patterned
leaves
why when for so long
the dark clears to this
bell-clear morning
would my heart hang so
heavy in the
branches of that
budding space?
and in the sound of the crank
of summer &
dusting off of candlelight
where all is fresh and new and
smelling white
i kick a bird
it shatters
Friday, April 3, 2009
the spastics on the telly put me off my mince pie
i looked round to see granny's teeth
"tinsel is a snake" i said, but
they didn't hear me
(over the queens peach-
which rose out of the wrapping
like a statue)
hear me out i say
i'm here with this aftershave what
you've got me
the bottle is a man with a cock
like a toblerone
it's confusing
and smells mainly of
tears
but in a way
it's just what i've always
wanted
i looked round to see granny's teeth
"tinsel is a snake" i said, but
they didn't hear me
(over the queens peach-
which rose out of the wrapping
like a statue)
hear me out i say
i'm here with this aftershave what
you've got me
the bottle is a man with a cock
like a toblerone
it's confusing
and smells mainly of
tears
but in a way
it's just what i've always
wanted
i ran into an industrial estate and looked around
the spikes got me
i opened my eyes to the exchange rate
it was no good
i have drunk all the drinks
and told in bars of past dead singers and
cotton picker’s slave chests
you have fallen off the world and gone-
in pictures you look vague
and i’ve been stuck in worse
elevators with dry fishing dreams
of the great wide open
but if i could take my spear and run it
into your body i would
the spikes got me
i opened my eyes to the exchange rate
it was no good
i have drunk all the drinks
and told in bars of past dead singers and
cotton picker’s slave chests
you have fallen off the world and gone-
in pictures you look vague
and i’ve been stuck in worse
elevators with dry fishing dreams
of the great wide open
but if i could take my spear and run it
into your body i would
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