17 Jun

You have walked

between me and

the morning sun

and I am in your

shadow. I cannot

close and touch

the song of the light.

Life in this City # 3

17 Jun

The trees are stuck whip lashes, rooted

in the rot of the earth, all arms and

elbows. They are an expression of the

planet, flailing at the sky. Life is beating

forth again, in the for ever to and fro of

the seasons. In this summer we are winnig

for now. The sun is on our side and the

birds cheer us on, their songs are a herald

of our victory. We draw strength from the

past defeat of fallen leaves and bird shit,

it’s all food and the bliss of the beating rain

moves us forth to suck in light and breathe

and breathe. Every act of creation is the

commencement of it’s own destruction.

Life in this City # 2

17 Jun

We’re in the first few days

of summer. The walls

are mottled, and the paint

peels and exposes plaster

like continents. Leaves bristle

on trees, or hang like

dispirited hair. Soft bodies

promenade past, exposed

in cheap clothes and floating

over the pavement. One

drops a bra made for

rectangular tits. Above there is

and acre of blue and the moon

rides like a bracket, closing.

New Cliches

28 May

Howard Devoto once said we needed new cliches. Here are 2 :

Love is emotional obsession caused by sexual fixation, whether that is frustration or satisfaction.

All revolutions are started by libertarian anarchists, betrayed by beauracratic socialists and crushed by totalitarian fascists.

Life in this city

28 May

Ther’s a light in this sky in these

first few days of summer, a newly

built apartment block is going up

down the alleyway. The walls are

mottled, and paint peels and exposes

plaster like continents. Leaves bristle

on trees, or hang like dispirited hair.

Soft bodies promenade past, wrapped

in cheap clothes and banging against

the walls. The sky is a bell of blue and

the moon rides like a sickle flag.

Dead end

27 May

these tired people

with hearts like ashtrays

the mulch of dogends

the cattle of burnt matches

the ashes, the soft ashes

Image

Fuck it

24 May

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