SOUND FILE VOL 6

 

shower gel smell

& bbq smoke

summer / people are coming

the pavement holds on

to the days infra red

& neighbours 

  overlong 

  goodbye 

  shouting

  taints 

  my

  pre-dusk reverie 

~

smell of hot metal

oven been on for hours

that was sunday at nans

laughter & a chair short

clock chimes church bell tune

on the mantlepiece tile

for one hundred years

MIC DROP & FIN

on benefits ?

shoot the effing lot of em !

send em home !

he says

i am on benefits

i say

& very mostly at home 

but out at a bbq with twunts today

for some awful reason

well . . . not . . . 

you know what i mean tho

he says unsure

i dont fit the mold you see

i have an illness

i say

& a working wife

this bbq is bloated

with tabloid fed

carb tards

you should be ashamed 

of your effing self !

he says 

feeling on surer grounds

for some reason now

well the thing is you see

i say stepping up

at a bbq we are leaving

i AM ashamed sometimes 

but i dont believe 

i should have to be

THATS my problem

i leave

too ill

to engage

further

mic drop & fin

from universalcreditsufferer.com

BBQ BREAKFAST PREP

'there has never been a sadness

that cant be cured

by breakfast food'

says ron swanson

THE DAY THE EARTH STOOD ORANGE

HOUSE OVER THE SIDE FENCE

house over the side fence
i know they have
a
big
mercedes
but their garden chatter is coarse as dockers
and
always about fags

and i know they dug up their patio
but
i've
yet
to hear them replace it
and their lawn is tiny
and 
takes
more moaning than mowing to cut

they bbq cheaply
i only ever hear them say burger

it sounds awful over there
but
i
can't
bring myself to tip toe up
and
look

FESTIVAL MUSK

sandalwood sticks and plywood bonfires
smoking 
in
the
solid dark of country
and
the rip of tent zips talking

the
damp air in nettle ditches
old beer
damp shoes
and 
the 
wafting funk of weed and wax flares

it all comes rushing back to me
the Radiohead tragedy . . .

rushing back
on bbq winds of suburbia
where
bmw boys bellow about baps and burnt burgers and bites
on 
white 
legs
on plastic moulded chairs
behind slats of council fences

and
i
remember
counting survivors
in pale yellow mornings
cheap bacon marked up in the buses
when
the
bass
came thru the ground again