Monday 10 October 2011

THE BALLAD OF SQUIDGY BLACK

squidged by the squidgy black
i didn’t think was
squidgy or black enough.

i cant get up off the bed/street kids
on phones
blurt mongrel blah
in thru the open window.

(i smell autumn now the Kings Of Leon in Camden/Greenwhich
meltdown and N London wide junctions)

when i do get up off the bed i’m walking in circles.
i turn on 2 computers
and
the
Flaming Lips/i pick up a note book
and
desperately i put coffee on
and
the kitchen radio.

i stumble outside on to the back step.
i stumble back inside/turn and look out
at
red
rosehips
shining like HD LCD.  cant believe it out there!

i settle on a kitchen chair.
Flaming Lips finished/was track 13/one about Superman.

(i smell the familiar chemical tang of fields/hayfever and festival sweat)

so nearly autumn i think
soon i must choose a coat before i leave the house.

it will be beautiful/everything will enjoy dying.

my eyes and my balls will freeze travelling to work
for 7am.

i plan to use mixers heavily this winter.
i plan to stay alive for spring
and
the
bursting
garden
adventure.

(i manage to write some of this down at the kitchen table)

suddenly and accidentally i half clean the bathroom.
i spray air freshener about.
suddenly and accidentally i play the opening chord of Bagpuss on a Spanish guitar/say aloud
EMILY HAD A SHOP!

i cook a colourful dinner.
i watch the news list bombs for desert.
i calm down.
i remember all this – this ballad of squidgy black.

i mix 2 G&Ts in the blender
and
say
aloud
SQUIDGY BLACK, BEEN A LONG TIME.

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