Friday, 21 October 2016

FUCKUP POV


 we had scattered under nights black velvet 
 in a fading flash of denim and hi-tops 
  like 
  we 
  shared 
  
  hive 
  mind 

 we were hiding from police men 
 and the joyless fiend 
 who called them 
  in 
  the 
  green belt hill fields 
 out
  on 
 the
 empty edge of town 

 i stretched flat in the dark 
  in 
  tall 
  wet 
  grass 

 contraband stuffed in my sock 

 i was on a wild ragged drunk 
  i was in a teflon bubble 
 EVERYTHING 
  worth 
  
  mean superior adrenaline cackle 
  from 
  my 
 defence machine 
  fuckup POV  

 and 
  trapped in a hollow 
  under the swing of lights 
  flat 
  out 
  on the hills green open palm 
  
  remembered 
  seeing 
  the rabbits that live here 
  when 
 i 
 was 
  
  child 
 running the weekend away 
  with rope 
  and a stick 

 the rabbits sat here 
  arranged on the slope 
  at dawn and at dusk 

 . . . this thought grabbed me by the armour . . . 

 and i became sorry 
  i was not an animal 

 not a sun bear 
  not a treecat 
  not a hillside rabbit 

 arranged on the slope 
  at dawn and at dusk 

 no home but a hole and the weather 
  no law but instinct and hunger  

 arranged on the slope 
  at dawn and at dusk 

 and when the police mens searching torches swung away 
  and when the car doors slammed shut in the quiet 
  and when the car droned downhill off and away 

 i 
  stood 
  up 
  half reborn and weirdly calmed 
  and 
  walked 
  home 
  damp 
  alone 
  and 
  twice as high 
  without 
  any manic cackles to stifle 
  in 
  an 
  unexpected lucid peace 

  a sudden state of grace 

 i 
  would 
  soon 
  forget 



Birds eye view of a giant pink textile rabbit lying in the middle of the countryside

by gelitin, 2005, in artesina, italian alps


3 comments:

  1. Bloody love it! Great piece mate, really great piece!

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  2. Bloody love it! Great piece mate, really great piece!

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