SANDINISTA CRASH COURSE AMEN

 

that preening peacock pop 

on the top-pops viddy tube

never spoke to me back then 

singing out their noses

singing like theyre bored

adverts for cocaine & yachts 

~

thank holy-be-fuck 

for the clash tapes

stickered & stacked  

in the woolworths bargain basket

sandinista - my musical crash course

amen

PROB SAID IT ALL BEFORE BUT

1. OUTSIDE THE BOOZE MACHINE

youre in love

if

that

FM

MOR

that used to be

lazy

offensive

chaff

for the losers

outside the booze machine

now makes simple sense

cos youre in the club now

and like a child

grasping the 1 2 3s 

you

learnt 

the 

code

2. WOULDNT ASK WOULDNT LISTEN

if a younger me 

(dying in denim every day) 

met the older me 

(alive in elastic comfort)

be like

hash sparks 

clashing with 

the codeine blues

he wouldnt ask 

and

he wouldnt listen

to any wisdom 

id fake out

of my back pocket

i couldnt expect him too

i remember his box

but i like to think

he would at least say

nice trainers

and

exactly 15% of your records are cool

before he was quickly

on his way

3. THE BEIGE BRIGADE

theres a man in pale beige

60 odd

a polo shirt 80s striped 

wash faded

into

the

colour of the moon

he lifts a daily mail

out the stand

like its a birth right

he gives each page

exactly the same 

amount of time and attention

over eggs and bacon and tea

in the tesco cafe level 1

he looks up periodically

with suspicion

with superiority

laced with classic hp and fear

and i hope 

when he gets back 

to his greasy armchair

waiting in his terrace hole

his

wife

will

tell him to belt up 

and

put

that

shit

rag

down

4. TO BE A BEAST

got sweat shop rags on

coffee in a forever bucket

wondering 

about  

function creep

endor

and

operation paperclip

and later therell be meat

metallic

from 

screams and steroids

but its good

to be a beast

eating a beast

and i toe the line

and i toe the rag

and if i done everything i could

then everythings done me too

5. ENTROPY ?

i feel flat

and disarranged  

as a kids

fridge door scrawl

all

my

thoughts squeezed out

into

a

single

speech

bubble

that

says

?

in wobbly crayon

 

from the telegraph.co.uk

NOTHING DAY NOON

the day is a nothing
no SOH
a smoker who doesnt like walks in the park

theres wind
like stale coffee breath
the sky is the colour of a 3 AM ashtray

its noon
a noon thats nothing 
nothing o clock

the cafe is dry
mismatched couples eat fat meat on square plates 
like the cafe thinks its something

MOR FM 
a meth dead diva warbles crowd pleasing seasonal cheese
thick and heavy

no insight in the thick mud
the day is a burnt crust
dull and blunt

naked grubs underneath

from extension.entm.purdue.edu

RADIO POP

cry a work tear at radio pop

fm pop rap
caught my tough egg napping
with
a
story
of break up and make up
and
domestic abuse
i
cannot
relate
to at all - except the word hurt hung out there 
on a womans simple voice
over
a
slow 
mournful beat
thats
rising
like sunday waking up

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