the question mark
like a bent over old man

the questioning of fools
the hairy palms of Neanderthals

wobbling through  air conditioned malls with no signals hitting their limbic system

reptillan brain in control

the hierarchy of needs
food
shelter
meat
Nike Air and
a widescreen TV

rejoice at the useless

I spend all day looking at a screen that looks back at me

there is a TV programme that is always on, somewhere
everywhere
it’s always on

i fall asleep and wake up to see a monster, a man with a gun, a detective, a car chase, a
weather report

that radio station that plays a stairway to heaven on a 24hr loop

the white noise of the everyday

the passwords are forgotten
but not offended

the hungry cemetery devours the dead
swallows them whole
- the belly of the beast
- the dirt thrown on top
frozen ground
forecasted snow

the stillness of the cemetery

hip hop priests spitting sermons

buried with the mind machine skeletal words now free of the past - skin eaten away & the bones remain

the first ******* scared him

the first ******* and he thought he'd broke it

running to him mother with globules dripping

his mother laughing

the redness of her mouth

teeth stained
and a tongue

a tongue that could sweep the jackals nest

jackie o-
o as  hole -
- fur trimmed, 
ermine 
fit for a queen 
followed by a cavalcade of suitors

trajectory of history
in amongst broken spines

(his corpse wasn't even cold) 

with gifts of silver, intricate cutlery, opiates and one thing on their mind

-Camelot burning 
-she whispered to him about Cuban shorelines and Russian citadels

the internal monologue at the beginning was

the 
pit pat patter of rain on windows then
wind through the trees but louder it grew

like waves &
the sounds of war

screams from the experimentation
expressed in words 
scratched on surfaces 
stretched canvas of skin

with blunt knife strokes 


kids with mouths like coin slots 


fingers caught in the elastic of her underwear

rejoice
rejoice
rejoice

the internal monologue at the beginning was

the 
pit pat patter of rain on windows then
wind through the trees but louder it grew

like waves &
the sounds of war

screams from the experimentation
expressed in words 
scratched on surfaces 
stretched canvas of skin

with blunt knife strokes 

kids with mouths like coin slots 

fingers caught in the elastic of her underwear
rejoice
rejoice
rejoice

I've seen how the loss of industry can decimate a town.

Like when that yo-yo factory was closed down
and the workers all hung themselves from lampposts
and just bounced up and down.

Up and down.

100% dedication to the wrong thing

weeks of planning up in smoke

she walked away and left her shadow waiting

no need for precise measurements here

best guess &

best guesses

long wave radio and the strange signals –

transmission interrupted

– wavering

– on waves like the ark

– new ideas

third aisle on the left

that secret isn’t safe

the secret has escaped

they asked me if I was a spy

the bad compass points south –

things go down

magnetic forces

the limb

gnarled ends

impossible to be in two places at once

the belief in something that isn’t there

turn left when you exit this town

she reads the words then tries to forget

but she found the evidence

the picture in the frame with the four fingerprints

( find the four finger ghost )

the spies that wore a leather glove on their left hand

it was a sign – hidden but open

just like the looks she gave me

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the Beatles came from a city of boats –

direct decedents of Neptune –