Wednesday 2 May 2012

THE DAILY


when tapping ctrl and p and enter and etc is over
it is;

After Work!

and in/home/safe
i'm draining the dregs from the dusty table
i'm selecting something more
in
clearly
labelled 
glass

and the music bangs its drum
and the music twats its snare
and the music paints stale and awkward time 
into a pretty and moving picture

i bath at last in lurid books that look at me like thieves
planning a brothel of wrought iron and wood

     later drunk –
              waving
              my arms about
          
crystal insight is on the tip of my tongue;
         
          theres no Holy Grail/a lie/just cool clutching palms and perfumed wrists of cheap jewels and one hundred plastic bangles
          just m+s bras/practical hot/and second hand black dresses tight and thin over thighs

and
cold
rattling
glasses
toasting . . . 





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