OFFCUT POSEY No 32

now i am the man 

out in the garden
whos waving at all 

the planes sliding by

there they scratch pale stripes

in the stonewash sky

that grow - undulate

till it looks like 

fine beach sand looks

after the tides 

~

all the city airport

pilots know me 

i reckon / by now

& they radio each other

'hes got the blue hat on today, over'

or something like that

I JUST DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF

flat drunk on north london rental lino thats bubbled and uneven and beer sticky

chicken shop and bottle shop are four feet away from the front door down the adverse camber of the stairs

we watch an empty jameson bottle roll down the incline of the double-aspect living rooms mistake

and the white stripes bacharach & david cover

of i just dont know what to do with myself is lodged in my frontal lobe

its my own hysterical itch dulled by the eternal st pancras construction drills

~

suddenly 

               inspired 

                        i get on myspace

   on music forums

            on fan pages

         on the detroit personals

strongly urging the white stripes to next cover 

      the cheers theme song 

     to please 

        please 

      cover 

  the cheers theme song 

  

   because i can already hear it 

       like you already made it

its my own hysterical itch dulled by the hangover trains and signing on

~

15 or whatever years later still they havent but still i can still hear it still

have to go to third man myself

will take cliff

he can tell me about his nixon potato and i can explain my hysterical itch to him

on the way to nashville

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