DREAM FUDGE POP BOILERMAKER

& the barmaid

  she was queen 

  of the boilermaker parade

  she had killed a man

  with a poison round

  of atlanta fanta

  in pittsburg 

  in illinois

  in the aleutians 

& all across the usa

~

  she confessed her crime
  to a relative of mine
  never scared at the time
  that he would ever tell

& out of his tree

  he only told me

  you see -

  he drank too much wine

  deep in the dream time

& well 

  if he hadnt

  he couldve ruined 

  the sandmans dance & rhyme 

& anyway

  mercy the sandman be

photo - Texture Tree #7 from the Dagenham Archive

HARD MAINTENANCE

they lived like dew drops
wrecking balls for keepsakes

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the rubble slopes of ecstasy peaks

out the wighuts up-and-over 
nylon 
flaps

into limping daybreak

~

joints rolled in
liquorice skin

hatchbacks seats shoved back
as far as spines will bend

windows down 
to 
let
the sky dive in

there is no
eternal promise
to
forgive
us
now

wasted in the weakling dawn

~

take refuge in-

unhinged and high sideways banter
a backseat tin of car-warm fanta

gurn 

to vomit ?

or 

for 
a
greasy spoon ?

~

monday morning kickstart
is
a
speed-on-cornflakes
kind-of-launch 
to the 9-5 day

the office like el alamein

climbing 
collapsing 
collateral
to a gin house brunch

then-
crawling crabways 
sliding sideways
into
cocaines
hilarious run around
dont-want-to-be-found

misadventure
of

repetitive competitive 
repetitive competitive
repetitive competitive

bare faced bluff



 

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