Monday 15 January 2018

THE ADVENTURES OF A FORD CALLED DAGENHAM




wires
they got crossed

likes they say

indoor fog
falls down
the day

you knows the kind

like cotton wools
clogging the
hippocampus

tell me something eye donts know

my names ford dagenham
ims a writer
and dawns is behind me

eye gets the call
uptown they says
yous not black are you ? they says
yous irish ? they says

yeah whys not eye says
ims phil fucking lynott
whys not ?

now this its code
they knows the rest of the code ?

silence
fuck ems
they donts know the code

wees been compromised

tell me something eye donts know

my name is ford dagenham
ims a writer
eye took the call

eye looks at my hand
it holds a mobile
lines open

naked phone eye thinks
naked phone eye writes it down
underlines it - a title

you wants the gig ? they says
now thats
thats aints how the code goes

fuck ems
exclusive ? eye says playing them along
exclusive they says

eye calls a cab on the landline 
ground phone eye thinks
my pen
well it hovers unsure

my names ford dagenham
ims a writer
fuck all ems

eye gets my piece
eye makes my peace
ha
as ifs

anyway eye gots a title
before lunch too
and ims dry
so very dry
but us ?
wees are compromised
for sure
and theres fuckers
fuckers uptown

now the code
well they were meant to asks
if eyes a dog next

then eye says 
eye got a telegram from the 19th c
you missed your funeral id says
id says the 19th c wants its bastards back

thats the code
it has to be complex long
it has to be outs of time
theres a lots at stake
in this essential work

and us ?
wees all shades
wees all species
wees dont do wetherspoons
and well 
wees compromised

tell me something eye donts know

my names ford dagenham
ims a writer
and eye says it
so eye knows
so eye donts forget

ims compromised
buts its not my first rodeo

and its a fine day to die
not sayings who tho am eye ?

just sayings you know
just sayings

and well eye gots a title
before lunch too and the rest
wells the rest
its on the streets of course

cabs horn outside

eye picks up my keys
eye checks my pockets
eye picks up my naked phone

in the hallway
eye can hears clear the music
from The Magnificent Seven
inside the waters pipes

my name is ford dagenham
ims a writer
phone
phone
naked phone

off eye goes
eye knows it a trap

but what aints ?

tell me something eye donts know





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pic from vanityfair.com

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