6 May 2008

stealthily sunk

Bazaars / mardi-gras and other scenes of bustle and chased confusion / silenced bullets sunk stealthily into the head / the hollow of an empty busy shop / streams of the storyline defragmented / left idle like the happy mad / rainbows in puddles / pools of puke in school corridors / slip in / in gripless tan market boots / the poverty of tolkein until I found Baudelaire / provincial spleens cursing the wind / idolising the dirty verges and detritus between destination / and the repetition of decorative suicidal thought / and the inaccurate regimens of NHS therapy / drugs / solitude / a hand always ready to ease the stiffness / to ease the passage of turnips threatening a rectum / and other suchness / likening likeness to like / to similes of the other / its head and thought / separately going on / wearing T-shirts too tight for its copious belly / with mottos too small so that you might be accused of staring at beer tits rather than reading the witty legend / and how offensive it is when the ugly smoke / cancer gathers in my lungs and seldomly used throat / cut as it is with cheaper white powders / I languor after her legs / faked and drawn to a point / in ballet boots and grease paint / tangents / a cigarette has broken my line / lured me into her arms / her fetal bath / luke warm and fizzing with hair at the nape of the neck / on the bus / over her shoulder and in her third person I read the text she quickly and expertly thumbs into her phone / haha me 2 / send / her spots and moles appear radiant / puss oozes out my left nostril / I take the left hand option and pick up broken pieces of jewellery / it goes in my key pocket in the hope of unlocking something…

2 comments:

Forrest Armstrong said...

I love it man, as I love all your other stuff...

Send me an e-mail at delarocha59@yahoo.com we must chat.

Robert said...

welcome back to the fray, DD!