ACCIDENTAL RADIO

i hear voices murmur
ten counts of guilty
in
the
mute tv suggestion

tvs square hips jutt
in indignation

~

i hear string quartets
high tea hum
in
the
sub-wall plumbing

hotel foyer tour
in hot water pipes
comes
across
lo fi quadraphonic

~

i hear techno 
sound distant
known criminal assembly
in
the
bathroom cistern refills
hasty invisible agenda

cash for aspirin
strongarm job
weep out by the guy ropes

~

i hear a velvet underground
empty ballroom 
quine tapes jam
inside
heat pipes 
first autumn 
tremble flush

lous unholstered lament 
buried in bleed slush mix

~

i hear neil youngs
cut bruise grunge
in the
fuse boxes
brass knuckle
breaker iron click

slow motion sugar mountain
on rug soaked black

~

i 
savour
this 
everyday 
accidental 
radio

soft spotify in my brainpan
subscription is water rates
need anyway

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HEY !

  hey gone friends -
wine fields 
dry thatch 
left behind
  for 
  new indie youth and goth mp3s
  hippying off the concrete grid
  to
  their VU rediscovery -
    now
    OUR
    growed-up collar has bunkered / buckled under disease . . .
remember
when 
the  
  dealers phone box was a derelict pagoda ?
remember
the
  morning meat bus and puked-on suede
  that 
  stank
  out the hangover beans in KFC ?
and 
all
the backpacks of stolen government hemp
  stashed fruitless in backroom lockers
  when
  the
  mall was our day-place of business and escape ?
remember when
any
greenhouse / caravan / copse between the A roads
  was
  a
small town opium den - the valium at faster-miles-an-hour
  off-road
by the bonfire hole ?
    remember ?
    the
    moon was almost perfect
    every night 
    and the clouds van Gogh paintings
    unreal
    at
    dawn
    when the birds spoke words
    we
    all
    understood

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