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25 Nov 2005

I'T PAINT A
PICTURE WITH A THOUSAND WORDS NOT TO SLIP INTO NEOLOGISMS LOGOS ITEMIZE YOUR COFFEE UN CHANGE
4 ALL THE WORDS
WE STUMBLE
BILL
ON FACEA
EXTEMPOR TEMPORA
MEANT IN CHANGE A COMPLIMENTORY PILL PHILLIP AND ANDROMEDA
CONSANGUINE
LANGUID EPITHETHERY
WORDS THEY COME FLEET AND FALL LIKE DANCERS IN THE SHOPPING MALL ON IMAGES MOVEMENT AND A KIND A SENSE WE CALL HOW BLACK AFRO CARRIBEAN HAS
WHO THE HELL AM I ?
ANYWAY DICTION TALL LATTE
MILL
ITEMIZE YOUR FAIRY FOLK
CRITERIA FOR CARD ACCESS IMPLICIT AND
FALLING THROUGH
THE HEATHER ON BODMIN
MOOR WE WERE MUCH YOUNGER THEN
YOU EAT YOU SAID ALMOST PAINLESSLY MAIME EVENTUALLY LIKE A FREEFALL TO WATER MY GIRL
U
SED SUCH SUCCESS ASBO'S WHILST READING KLIMT IN UR SPARE TIME U GO TO TH
E ART
GALLERIES LIBRARIES TO LOSE CONSCIOUSNESS U SED WITH WAKING FEELINGS AND EYES LIKE
PRISM CELLS I ENDANGERED CATHARTIC DE RIGEUR ABSORBING EMASCULATION YOUR WEEPING BEAUTY FAR MORE CLEVER DICK THAN ME
EYES
TROPE E AND OTHER VOWELS
LOST IN DICTION
FRICTION OF
STEEL DRUMS ON HIGH STREET LOOKING AT U NOW YOUR BLUE GAZE COULD
NE'ER QUITE DECIPHER ME (I GUESS YOU SAW A HAGGIS OR A BEAR A HORSE OR A BARE HORSE) WE PASSED THE SHOPS AND BY-WAYS AND YOU TALKED ABOUT DRIVING
POSSIBLY BARE 4 A LIVING WE KISSED AND U DECIDED YO TO TAKE THE TRAIN BACK
HOME
I LISTENED TO
IAN DRURY WHEN I CAME HOME TODAY GEORGE BEST DIED I DIDN'T FEEL A
STAGNANT (THE USUAL) HAPLESS MISERY BUT A SENSE OF
INEVITABLE
STRANGELY AS I
SAT AMONGST PIGEONS THE FAST FLESH OF FEMALE CASH ATTENDANTS YO IOWA IO
I
SAW I SAW RIGHT UP
THERE THE GREAT BEAR IT MADE ME FEEL
ANDROGENOUS KNOWING
THAT YOUR STARS MAKE HIS PAWS HEAD HIS HEART LINE
OUT AND WINKED FISSION YOUR SMILE LIKE THAT SCHIZOPHRENICS PAINTING SAYS
IT
ALL
OMNISCIENCE WOT ARTISTS AND SCIENTISTS WORKING FOR INTUITION FOREWARD SOCIAL INCLUSIVITY TO
ME 4 DOCUMENTATION AND A BISCUIT AN' A CUP OF TEA/COFFEE PASSIVE SMOKING
(THE THOUGHT OF IT) MEANS MY POEM GITS TOO LONG YOU HAVE AN AMERICAN ACCENT SHE
SAID HE WAS FROM DUBLIN
THE TIME MUST
COME THAT YOU
JUST KNOW A POEMS GOT TO THE END JUST JUST KNOW WHEN TO STOP IT JUST KNOW JUST KNOW
NOW

3 Comments:

  • At 3:50 am , Blogger harry k stammer said...

    "white page to inspire [cue] no time to inspire [queue] not time resonance not time resonance arbitrary content"

    that's every moment, isn't it??

    love this one, hks

     
  • At 7:24 pm , Blogger crescent said...

    Thanks Harry

    I'm glad you like it.

    every moment - they keep on passin' the next no one knows!

     
  • At 7:33 pm , Blogger crescent said...

    Harry - I'm not sure if you know who George Best, though!

    Crescent

     

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