1/3 NEIGHBOURHOOD WATCHING
hes front yard gassing
his brand new white slacks too big
humid english sun
2/3 CALLING THE DOCTOR
fourteenth in phone queue
get cut off at number one
god awful muzak
3/3 A CAN I CANT
cant write / then can write
fickle sick head like weather
did you kick my chi ?
i had a little friend
once upon a time
and he would say
motorbikes are the safest
cos you can jump free
in a
traffic accident
situation
he said that
no shit
my little friend
~
and
my little friend
moaned
about
the
walk
home
after the pub so much
i used to carry him
he would call me his cart horse
and say giddyup horsey
we had no cash for a cab
he had no money for rounds
i had a bottle for the road
my dreams were blinkered
under
the
inconstant trumpet moon
and
strength was all i had
for me
for my little friend
for anyone
~
and one time
i dont know why
but
i kicked him in the kneecap
with my work boots on
and he fell down a hill
where the town stopped
and the marsh started
and now i never understood this
but he was always keen
to re-enact this event
he was
no shit
and i was always willing
to kick
my little friend
in the kneecap
with my work boots on
~
hes gone now
to the
southern hemisphere
and
the
last
time
i
saw
him
was in awful daylight
outside the library
cos he wouldnt
come out
for evening drinks
anymore
he must stay in
he said
to polish his parents brass
my little friend said that
no shit
~
i wonder how he is
and if he remembers his cart horse
like
i
remember
the
jumper
he
wore
that would ripple with flames
if you threw a lit match at him
and
we
all
did
that
from mocktheorytest.com
the
guy
in
the
row
behind
us
was alone & drunk
&
kept up shouting
hurricane bob
do hurricane
acting like he was
the only proper fan
his row cleared out
&
dylan
left
the
stage
for
a
long double bass solo
that stopped the arsehole
kicking the backs of the seats in front
&
sent
him
off
to
the
bar
he never came back
bob came back
&
tho
we struggled to recognise the songs
he
never
did
do
hurricane
from rollingstone.com
