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Rooms
The little plastic hula girl is swaying side to side and looks at me
Her solar powered movements are so simple but they bring great joy to me
The rows of white fluorescent lights set within the pockmarked ceiling tiles
Are no match for the light she brings when she dances, when she glances, when she smiles
Fuchsia and purple, and snow is white
Aqua and slate, and black is midnight
Orange and forest and plum and sky
And then there is sunset, where time goes to die
Languages
Tap tap chatter chatter laugh laugh ring ring chatter chatter tap tap cough cough
The chatter and the noise from the girls and from the boys
The self-important talking the posturing of the walking
Stoney faced, forward facing
Important walking, determined pacing
Hollowed out and followed out
Punch the little piggy's snout
Filled with food to lighten the mood
Hollow again, now time to brood
A violin ensemble playing sul ponticello
An uneasy rain of sticks on hardwood
That’s the sound inside our head
That we’re trying to drown out with others instead
A vehicle feverishly scampers by with its sirens wailing and its lights all flailing.
The burning glare of the reds and blues
A gleeful smear against the dusky hues
Of the city’s early evening in the Autumn
I think I used to believe in more
But now I’m just a f—king bore
A monumental hypocrite
And I try to reason that I’m proud of it
Now spotted and dotted about the town
We walk about with faces down
And we pray:
For the time that passed us by, just as our kith and kin
For the time that is to come, with all of its rancour and din
For the time that hangs around us now, and holds us tightly in
We both thank and curse the Lord in equal parts
Amen
Screens on walls
Cascading waterfalls
Of numbers and words
Of symbols and blurbs
Of jpegs and gifs
New world hieroglyphs
Too fast for reading
The pixels are bleeding
As long as it looks like I’m watching I can appear informed
"The innocence of youth
Combined with an ignorance to truth
A pair of wide eyes
That welcome in the targeted lies"
Be passionate about today’s movement!
Yell! Charge! March! Protest!
Create a banner/poster/t-shirt/etc.!
Write letters! Spray paint walls! Vandalise!
Form groups! Write songs! Organise!
Scandalise! Antagonise! Brutalise! Demonise!
Oh look!
Those new shoes you wanted are on sale!
F—k the cause! Go and get those wonderful f—king shoes!
Telling the masses of asses to combine
Get in line, and align, and to move in time
He-haw! He-haw!
File through the door
The same door, the lame door, every time
"We are identically unique!
We demand that our individuality be collectively recognised!
Organised!
Systematically categorised!
We stand unanimously polarised!"
"Just wait
And many of them will back down
Just wait
And many of them will quieten down
Just wait
And the fire will burn out and not re-ignite
Just wait
Their sense of responsibility for others will do the job
Just wait
And the taste of finer things will conflict and/or distract them… it’s far easier to fight the fight when you have less to lose
Just wait
They may not fall in line
But they will, at least, shut up"
I’ve Not Seen It Happen Like This Before
The moon lifts itself in scarlet anger above the lip of the near horizon
Larger than the town that it scrutinises, peering inside all that it lays its eyes on
Inside every window, inside each soul, It counts against us each of our sins
Pushing up above the hills, then standing staunchly, just before its rise begins
solvitur ambulando
A leisurely walk through this magnificent woodland at least once a day is a must. Rain or shine, to not take the opportunity to wander, not so much aimlessly, but rather curiously, is a terrible waste. At this time of year the days are quite some bit longer and so the chance to wander lingers for longer and so there really is no excuse for not getting about when the day's work is done, even if you had yourself a small wander after finishing off your lunch earlier in the day. Now when we say that the day is longer, obviously we realise that the day itself is the same length of time as every other time of year, but you know what we mean. Perhaps this was unnecessary, but we know that some folk are quite particular, or let's say finicky, about many a range of matters. They are precisely the same sort of people that don't go for walks and so have more time to spend on trifles and issues of little to no importance. It can happen to any of us, so be warned. Get out, get about, and most of all, don't become finicky.
Screen
There she is
Her nuances – fascinating
All others on my film are interesting enough, but she is
Different… so…
Consuming
Turn
Turn again
Allow the breeze to catch your hair
You’re so extraordinary
I know you recognised me yesterday in the street
Didn’t you?
You can fathom something more
When you study from afar
Our learned ones aren’t smart
They’re just not emotionally involved
A smear distorts the image and morphs beauty into distaste
Need to keep the image clear, clean, and wholesome
Just for now I’ll float on by
Watch the film of you roll by
Meandering throughout the plain
Of vastness deep and without name
No more consumed, now I’m free
Translucent sights beguiling me
No delusions of clarity
Just the way truth’s meant to be
Vaguely now this world of yours is made known by its semaphores
No longer bound by my room’s four walls, together now, I’m truly yours
Species
Seminal elite
The great meet and greet
To hold private witness to worth
Eradicate, delete
Those with heavy feet
It’s just some well earned mirth
Several spectacular specimens from the selected sample of the homo sapien species sit and slither serpentinely on seats of smooth steel, sipping seductively on goblets of silver, smiling to their spectacular selves.
Severed hand, messy hand, this one in another land
Blown away, while I sway, wind and breeze now falls away
Breezy breeze, make them freeze, another call, another tease
Fairly new, then he threw, all the worlds both old and new
Tickle, fickle, snicker, bicker, don't hold down the muster pack
The muster pack, with hairy back, throws it in and cuts the slack
Follow, fallow, fall away
The reds, the oranges, blacks, and blues
Sprawling wide, the many hues
The deep blood of the red land
Spilled
Covered up
Swallowed up
Then used to paint the land
The walls
This hive and that hive
Every busy noisy bee inside this hive will stay alive
Send them in, send them in, send them in and sacrifice the lot
Send them in while the poster grins They don't care as long as the heaving mass will rot
Send the germs in, send the germs in, send the germs in and lay to waste the lot
A smile on a dying face as the earthly cares finally amount to naught
Tilled fields
Rolling fields
Narrow roads all wet
The horizon the steeples
The invisible peoples
The ones we never met
Bronzed eyes are staring back
Hairy four-legged king
Be-stilled but wary of attack
But all the while we sing
My squeaky shoe sounds like a laugh
Maybe
Hello?
Hey
Oh hey. Yeah, look, I'm sorry that I lied. I'm sorry that I laughed when you got hurt. I'm sorry that I made you cry. I'm sorry that I tore my shirt. I'm sorry that I thought unkind thoughts about that guy over there. I'm sorry that I swore. I'm sorry that I took the last biscuit. I'm sorry i'm a bore. I'm sorry that I scolded the cat and then kicked it. I'm sorry that when I lost at cards I said you didn't play fair. I'm sorry that I chew noisily. I'm sorry that I laugh annoyingly. I'm sorry I read your email. I'm sorry you had a bad day. I'm sorry I don't like the same things you do. Im sorry I missed the bus. I'm sorry you missed the bus. I'm sorry I don't make a fuss. I'm sorry that I make a fuss. I'm sorry that you hurt yourself even though I wasn't there. I'm sorry that your pet died, your friend died, your favourite celebrity died. I'm sorry for world hunger, for racism, for the famine, for the pestilence, the black plague. I'm sorry for sectarian violence, for religion in general and disease.
Maybe I should laugh
Maybe I should scowl
Maybe I should seem non-fussed
Maybe I should howl
Maybe I should be sarcastic
Maybe I should cry
Maybe I should seem distant
Maybe I should sigh
Maybe I should just get up and take myself away
Maybe I should do it discreetly I don't want to offend anyone
Maybe I shouldn't care
Of course I should, though
Maybe
I think
Maybe
I don't know
I might just sit somewhere and look busy for a while
Alright, I’ve got to go. Okay, seeya. Bye.
Kilenzick
Everything is bright
Smithton is here Mr. Armstrong
I am Smithton
A southern cross star
A pentagram
A Star of David
A communist star
A star is a ball of flame
But the flame is the point, not the shape
The fire that burns within when we connect the image with the meaning
This is Smithton
We are here
Please refer to me as “Kilenzick of the fields” for the time being.
Zip lock bags, writing books, pictures, videos
We are afraid to forget
Or not wanting to let go
Or wanting an escape always at our fingertips.
Though sometimes we want to remember things the way that we want to
Not necessarily the way the way they happened
Actually
We definitely only ever remember things the way we want to
Even if we don’t realise it
It’s human nature
Our reality is what we believe it is
A person who believes they are someone else
Say an historical figure
Who are we to say that they aren’t?
If they firmly believe it, does it make it true?
Can we escape what is considered ‘reality’ for something else?
If we firmly and honestly believe it, we aren’t crazy
We have achieved it
“I am Gutenberg!”
Okay, sure.
Everything is dark now
But that’s alright
Sometimes that’s alright
Sometimes we just need to sit in the dark
senex
Old Mr Bowler
Grown up and bolder
Groaning old soldier
Sewn up shoulder
Everything
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Everything MUST go!
Pulling and Pushing
Elvis pushed me in the chest once
Or maybe it was a punch, I can't remember.
Elvis was in the yellow house
I was in the red house
I pushed him back
Or punched him back
I can't remember
I was made to sweep the leaves behind the homes
The girls by the stream watched
They waved
I danced with the broom
They liked it when I danced with the broom
I didn't like Elvis
But I enjoyed dancing with the broom for the girls by the stream
Elvis pushed me in the chest once
Or maybe it was a punch, I can't remember
Elvis was in the yellow house
I was in the red house
I danced better than Elvis
The Bay
There are two men that walk with each other just about every lunch time. They argue. They are arguing with each other every time I pass them out there. I don't get it. Is it an enjoyable relationship between the two of them? Do they choose to interact this way? Is it something they decided between the two of them? That they would use their lunch times as an opportunity to debate various topics with each other? It seems tedious. Though perhaps they consider themselves to be philosophical giants carrying on with the noble art of philosophical debate and the search for truth. I just think they're loud obnoxious and annoying. Its all in the delivery I guess.
Wales
Taking in the beauty
At 100 miles per hour
If you take it any slower
Does the sweet become sour?
The diminishing power
Of each yawning flower
If you're going to collide, you may as well make sure you'll die
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The steam and the horses will fuel the commute
James Bailey will fuel the folk
And every piece of history needs a paid car park of tar
With its falling metal fences
So fall all the pretences
But I guess its a few blocks away