TOURIST AD DUH

once
i forgot spain

weed on fire
sunny pm
beta band on

in 
an 
a13 
tailback chav-rush 
to the pissy coast

a 
sprouting 
hysterical
billboard 
announces SPAIN

all big & massive
all red & yellow

whats a fucking SPAIN ? 

i said

~

sorry dali

apologies lorca

forgive me zubiri

but once
i forgot spain

&
i ask forgiveness
from 
all 
the incredible animals
under iron city bridges 
everywhere

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SHORT ODES TO OUR LITTLE BRUMM

1. KB04

stretched out
in
the
nights
crazy
soup
i dreamt Star Wars 

light and dark / desert and snow

our 950 Corsa
was
a
droid
rolling round forests
over steel gantries

secret essential blueprints
hidden
on
the
stereo dial
next
to
Radio 2


2. PASSENGER SEAT

i 
sketch out Spain / dreams
and
the PM high street -

  shop lights nuking the dusk
  9 to 5ers
  buying
  supper
  car keys in their phone fists

while
i
sit
in
little brumms 
pushed back
passenger seat

waiting for her train
to
roll
in


3. SENTINEL

out the front

2 tires on the kerb

he
waits
all
night
for 6 AM

like a favourite pair of denims
over
the
back
of
a
chair


4. RESALE

his 
paints peeling
no 
resale value
boot 
full with 100 shopping bags

and
one of the family


5. ROUNDABOUT TOWN

and
she will drive 
little brum
over 1000 mini-roudabouts
to
get
home
for
supper
and
the night

SOME QUESTIONS

sober
is
its
own
mad high / my thorazine voice echoes 
flat
raw
unmixed unbonus track - thru smoke / always smoke
on
the
fuckstreets of nowhere 21C

straight and unfiltered - the noise is quiet 
distant
subdued
still lurid / bold but dulled

i ask who painted flowers that technicolor hangover shade ?

and
the
guy
from work in the high street / Down Town Fucktown 7 pm
holding
white
wine - my comedown booze / who made him go to Spain
and
coloured 
him 
brown ?
and 
who strapped that epic gut on the beast ?

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