Sunday, 14 April 2013


21.14

yes but you've known me for about ten years I've got 
fybromialgia and can't do very much 

sometimes nothing at all ... 

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8.30pm 

actually it wouldn't be all like this there would be areas that 
you have left tidy that I'm not allowed to touch 

i like mess ... which would have to be in a marked boundary ... 

and woe betide if my packs of seaweed stray over the line 

yeah i hear you ... and equipment that i am not allowed to 

touch if you like ... i thought you wanted me to 

get on with stuff ... 

you can say I'm not allowed to touch something 

and i won't .... 

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you can even have a locked room 

if you want ... cus your my favourite out of Chuckys puppets ... 

an i know he's giving you a guided tour 

cus he wants to come round here himself  

and like he showed you round my music scene last night ... 

like a salesman amplifying for you the negative points ... 

and would the bleach happen if there were other people 


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4pm misc draft 

Joyaa

why is Trix featuring i think he disguised himself as Scarey on 

one of the Dowler articles some weeks ago ... 

scream echoes strangle noises 

and then can we have a whole orchestra of people 
being instruments 

a dog sounding like a cock

i thought about it you're not usually my type 
do you want to see some of my tadpoles 

baby tiger baby leopard baby giraffe  

Wally , Stripes 

a nema shne wishka ten 

ishka can mocksi 

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peoples antics and semaphore pantomimes trying to get you to do stuff 
mental school 

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Scarey how do you feel about the neighbours dog going off
like a gong whenever you feel pissed off with me ... 







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you want love Scare
i been doing that since i was three 

no its not about the limelight 
i spent my life going the other way 
unfortunately you are very brilliant and will get limelight  

see how we are after a week of regression 




no I'm intrigued
by your particular brand 
of love that has flavours in it havent
seen before ... a dark treacly sort of love 
with ornamental curling edges ... those tickly 
giggly bits ... nuzzling your nose ... and putting your
heads together like two birds over a coffee ... i can feel you 
sitting next to me now ... a home I've never seen before and I 

would kiss your cheek and lick it and then we'd just be very still 
just sitting close together you know just touching with all our
navy jumpers and stuff and shivery feelings dripping from 
the roof making big drops that splash like crowns into
my feet ... and then we lick each others faces and 
you pull me onto your knee and theres this 
great heaving feeling in my chest 

feeling flooded with 
you and i can just turn around 
and sit astride your legs like a horse 
and just be still there with my chest pressed 
against you its getting a bit much ...  and now that I'm 
feeling comatose you can carry me home and put me to sleep 



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the traffic is 
roaring through me like 
a swarm of motorbike beetles 
and i can hear the smell of the tarmac 
thundering in my gut with the spring air ... that 
one sounds like some sort of weird chicada wind instrument 

and i can see the scent from those bulbs  

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actually id like to leave it there for today 

not always the girl ... 

lets just pretend it never happened 

not always the man .... 


























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