INXS KICK PLAYING

 

& from out there
i hear a train

station skipping

in its backfence furrow

down where hatchbacks

wreck themselves now

in the name of weekend joy 

its hiss-whine-hoot

is a throwback comfort

to when stations had staff

& 

i would go southend

in the hair gel days

with the misfit crew

inxs kick playing

in my bbc radio head

THE CHILDHOOD LANDS

i
remember
our
afternoon empire
of 
the park

an 
unfinished 
pot holed
shithole
of
blood
and
animal ignorance

our
ownership
sometimes
shattered
with
the
calamity of ambulance tears

its gates 
rusted open
then
one day gone

and another day
a great cement circle
was laid down the far end
for
no
reason
anyone
ever
knew

and there were places there
unzoned and feral

i would explore there
not allowed to be there
collecting stains

and i brim now
like a pot on a rolling boil
with an understanding
i cant put in words
for
the
me
of
me
then

always looking 
for famous five adventures
in the no mans land
of rubble 
carpet offcuts
and
burst paint tins

the adult throwaways
dirty landmarks
in
the
wild growth
of
pissy nettles
and
white
dog
shits

hoping for a wall
with a door
to
magic
and
mystery
and
escape

but even then i knew 
there was nothing like that
a n y w h e r e 

the biggest question
on the street was 
bikes ?
or on foot ?
and i wanted to be a spy
and i wanted to be a detective
and
hide behind cars
and
sneak thru alleys
so
i
did
alone and weird

kerb stones
concrete 
and tarmac
were my low down
world of worlds

and i would hang it out 
till the last second
before
rushing
breathless 
home 
for 
tea

spam and beans
and the pedos
on the bbc

from thetvroom.com

I MISS LEGO

but what does a vote mean these weird days ?
i vote in a school hall  
it is never busy
i feel like i been good

it does not seem connected to anything else

put a £ on it like everything else  
then we might know  might we ?

i miss legos clear and clean lines
theyre blocks of colour and order

yes what does a vote mean these weird days ?
a paper formality for the next boss

i jump thru this hoop  i tick uselessly now  hopelessly now  
before i would always draw a boat on the ballot

dont ask me why
maybe i will go back to drawing a boat
the ticks made no difference did they ?

the world is complicated and simple  like a sandwich can be
the world is big and small  like the interweb looks

i miss legos clear and clean lines
all the yellow faces always smiled

yes a paperwork formality  
i have never felt anywhere near adequately represented
where are the stipends for poor artists ?
where are the street party budgets ?
when is my turn as judge ?
where are all the benches ?

yes thats the best policies i got right now
oh and lego day
yes lego day

we vote dont we ?
some dont  i dont mind that anymore

we get a gluten free boss now  
we get a paleo boss now
we get a bogof boss
we get an hd boss only on sky atlantic
we get jargon  we get slogans

we get a talentless talent show without many rules

we went and ticked  we go and get fucked
dont make jokes  or thats tomorrows facts

i miss legos clear and clean lines
the roads were clean  everyone had a home

so these bosses they always hate foxes
theyre just a jiggling meat puppet anyway
a lightening rod  reformed ham for the tv

the real power is always behind the chair
it normally looks like a big sack of shit 

i miss legos clear and clean lines
lego went where i put it  stayed there  liked it 

politicians say now 

 'that what we are doing 
  we are doing 
  because we think its the right thing to do'

is that no longer a given ?  double duh
is it counterproductive to say fuckheads and go look at a tree ? 

i miss legos clear and clean lines
the blocks fit on the blocks

papers used to be grateful if a politician talked to them
now politicians rush policy for the 6 o clock news

there was a day in the 30s when there was no news
on this day the bbc played some music

fucking wow

they were right  all those nay sayers  totally right about 247 news

no news ?  fucking wow  

just like legos clear and clean lines

from boing-boing.net

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/shared/spl/hi/newswatch/history/noflash/html/1930s.stm

THE PEADO ISLES

who ?
no !
him on the tv all the time ?
but
didnt
he
have
a
knighthood or something ?
how many ?

f u c k i n g  h e l l  . . .

but
he'd
have
all
those kids on his show ?
and
that
charity stuff - a cover ?
he lived where ?
his
own
room
in
a
hospital ?  and in a prison ?

h o l y   m o n k e y  . . .

how long it been going on for ?
and
no
one
said anything ?
oh they did
but no one listened ?

s h i t  . . .

i used to watch him on tv all the time
who else ?
no !
but i used to watch him all the time too
my whole childhood
spent
watching
peados
on 
the
tv !
and the police ?  the BBC ?
perks
of
celebrity you say ?
and MPS ? 
in
a
murder
brothel ?

s h i t  . . .

no one say anything ?
they did ?
missing files ?
oh
of
course

dont tell me anymore -
maybe should get out of here
run
away
to
nice quiet Jersey . . .

hang on - what happened in Jersey ?
for how long?

f 
u 
c 
k 
!

 

 from neogaf.com