Hot whisky sweats the minds depleted reserves force fact into fiction
On and on on into an infinity of ultimate regression
Boring bed bugs bite back hardest on bitter memories
Of skanking down late-night dreams of oblivions that
Ended in stomach ache and worse
Frosted winters that flowed across years
Rain slaked London town always out of reach but right there
Did we take advantage
No
Can we talk about it? Sure, spill your guts
Until it hurts like hot cancerous pangs of unfettered waste burning in the minds centre
Wherever the fuck that is of course
You know.
Come into the house of whisky its warm you can slake your thirst
Blow your cares away take a chill of those bones those winter bones
That cold Icey blast that frost is way flinging itself up Camden rd. road then forks out one strand down
Seven sisters the other up the arsehole of manor house, nothing to be gained in each direction I can guarantee you that.
Up the shitter guaranteed big hitter
Melt-face boards the love place a sanctified lea valley cruiser that never saw better days
Leverage after one too many in the anchor and hope
Soap up and lather down
Skittering blowholes and fulsome dub architects are flown in from Greece and Spain
All anarchistas to a man boy girl wh`tever
It’s the same up and down the strip now
Barely floating hammocks of junk slung together with rough twine
And the sort of bonhomie that saw through the Russian gulag winters
Freely improvise and self-standing flat pack turgid domain name interval winter vale
It’s a rum kind of poetry rough shod and cloven hoofed that blows in on the wind like that
Never enough to really melt a hole in the universe
Take some mending to get it up this time
Spooks peak out from behind the hoardings
They know what blows through the ghost hole
Pre-bored indemnity whispered from a loop hole
In time continuum
Trade winds culminate Elizabethan spectre regained strength but looking older than her years
Don’t let the chaos in sound it out stand firm against it push back
Against its mighty weight
Reach back in the dark grab a hold on something there to remind you
Of gardens tranquil before darkness
Don’t let chaos reign clean out the gutters with a fine fresh spray
Remove to a higher point to observe then
Fall back down to your knees no pleading this time just
Don’t let the chaos in even though
You feel the wheels rolling heaving breathing all over what’s left of this mystery
Don’t let it burn up what’s been taken
The breathing in and out of years the lives moving in and out of the frame
Stand firm against the obfuscation on the radar observes its movement
Track it dodge it
It can’t be capture tamed its alive out there in you
It moves through walls it sees time
Remove yourself don’t let it in
Climb if necessary and implement full colossal refusal
And only recognise the heart burst wonderment of ecstatic contemplation that falls like
Children laughing into your arms real yes this is real and they belong to you.
In chaos gardens of black infinity
No flowers grow only die here growing into
Distended tumours floating in the heavy air
In this walled garden old flowers grow black and wither
Jump the growth ebbing edging ending in
Hallucinations gnashing of teeth tears sweat holograms of pain
Just because it will be then as it is now and on and on
Light beams stalk down and touch
Origins the ghost-work
Mad glimmerings rain forced shy
What is a horoscope? How does it quantify your pain?
Spread out your mind over a star map
Stretch its edges to the edge
Still face down in the mud there you lay
Giggling that time is a tumour and fancy this
tumulus crumbles
Beneath layers of sedimentary work the
rock faces dissolves
Take heed take heed slow your speed
Inclined to rain this season
It looks
Hopeless
“The call comes from me and yet beyond me”
Life in the fast lane
Lived by wits on limbless body without organs
To wit
To woo
Coax them into a shiny gas world
Smart black loafers attract
Bonhomie this season
You know those grease stains you’ve seen them they are real
And that sweat attractor you roped in to help us forget
Now where has she got to?
Because, and I’m able to say this now, I’m not understanding
You
Better to pore the meltwater over its head
Interminable yes interminable ranges
Sloth like despite
The army outside the door in realms of thought in space
They possess you
Green corridors out of the N16 swamp turmoil
It has been arranged and you would hardly notice it
Grey crumble additions
To swathes of meteor shower discs that hold on
Approach the info war with resigned consternation that
From now on you will be out f step forever
Liken it to the algal growths below the surface
And a toad eyed creature that is undefinable yet creeps to the fore
Whenever this frost fayre abates long enough
For a celebration to breach the banks.
