THE BALLAD OF SQUIDGY BLACK

squidged by the squidgy black

i didn’t think was

squidgy or black enough.

i cant get up off the bed/street kids

on phones

blurt mongrel blah

in thru the open window.

(i smell autumn now the Kings Of Leon in Camden/Greenwhich

meltdown and N London wide junctions)

when i do get up off the bed i’m walking in circles.

i turn on 2 computers

and

the

Flaming Lips/i pick up a note book

and

desperately i put coffee on

and

the kitchen radio.

i stumble outside on to the back step.

i stumble back inside/turn and look out

at

red

rosehips

shining like HD LCD.  cant believe it out there!

i settle on a kitchen chair.

Flaming Lips finished/was track 13/one about Superman.

(i smell the familiar chemical tang of fields/hayfever and festival sweat)

so nearly autumn i think

soon i must choose a coat before i leave the house.

it will be beautiful/everything will enjoy dying.

my eyes and my balls will freeze travelling to work

for 7am.

i plan to use mixers heavily this winter.

i plan to stay alive for spring

and

the

bursting

garden

adventure.

(i manage to write some of this down at the kitchen table)

suddenly and accidentally i half clean the bathroom.

i spray air freshener about.

suddenly and accidentally i play the opening chord of Bagpuss on a Spanish guitar/say aloud

EMILY HAD A SHOP!

i cook a colourful dinner.

i watch the news list bombs for desert.

i calm down.

i remember all this – this ballad of squidgy black.

i mix 2 G&Ts in the blender

and

say

aloud

SQUIDGY BLACK, BEEN A LONG TIME.