I must say, it is rather Spainly out here

Good tortillas with bad wine, broken gipsy-ladies being played by melancholic bearded sombreros, guitars weeping in every corner, scruffy anar...chists living in immaculate caves, dogs smoking badly rolled cigarettes, half-arsed graffitti and heavy-hearted this-and-that, ¡Ay!, upside-down broomsticks with folded arms watching world events from a balcony, muslim skeletons wailing between walls, policehatingmotherlovers, hairy communist infants, Franco's shiny black boots still mistaken for Santa Claus', fanatical esperantistas marching through streets roaring "¡guerra a la ce!" and "¡muerte a la hache!", princes with tambourines, puppets with working tearducts, clouds with psychosis, fairies with syphilis.

5th May 2010- A glance at today's headlines

Shiny guitars with drooping necks in the sun

Terrified trees that cloud get tangled in

Scabby babies with well-trimmed moustaches

"Doing the rounds, doing the rounds", replies the moon with a shrug of his shoulders.

Empty faces of hope which fold and unfold like handfans

Drugged up coats smother wearers in a fit of paranoia

Bellies glued, tattooed to the neck, my dear, where next from here?

My baby ranges from heaven in the face to a bubbling swamp depending on how the light falls about her.


...

My lovely host
goes around
flasing smiles
kissing cheeks
My lovely host
works by day
comes in at eight
says hi
loves us all like family
My lovely host
leaves albums around
and artwok
turned towards corners like
bold children
towels, sheets, biscuits
and tea. if
My lovely host
came to be hosted by me
it just wouldn't be
the same.




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I'll tie up a smile with twine and hang it off my nose


and make friends with every atom that hurries through the air


watch as numbers become pixels become petals which become a picture of a red red rose,


and let the sky be like a big blue hat that we all at one time share.





...

You crossed my mind like you might an empty stage,

Head bowed, feet bare and certain in their step,

And you dragged behind you an absent parade,

Making your way from the right to the left,

And you smiled at the thought that I thought of you,

And I smiled back on the knowing what we both well knew

that that which I was thinking, you too were thinking

and these thoughts they mingled in a mild confusion

and consulted the matter and reached the conclusion

that it was a fine. And it was.

And then you were gone.


I opened my eyes and saw the park and the trees and the dawn

And under each toe, a path that I hadn't already travelled

So I picked myself up and moved steadily on.



...

Show the devil the door and lock him out
Run circles round your room loose the doubt
Perform, perform open heart surgery on your brother
Throw it to the birds and put in another

Tie a tyre to the en of your umbilical rope
See the world through a whisky bottle telescope
and Madam Melancholy has just swallowed Mr. Jolly now she's gaining ground, hot on your trail...
So grab that old bitch by the tail and swing her
round round round.... round round round....

Hear green, talk blue, see only only red
Tie your hips to your lovers' with a needle and thread
and run toward all the clamour with a hi-hat and a hammer to where when the beat gets dropped it never ceases.........
And don't you come back till you've smashed your soul to pieces.

Moment... of madness. Just a tiny-itty-bitty-chiquitito-momentito of madness


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A-B-C
dotdotdot
ecksecksecks
shlyshluvshlyu
Bang! bang! bang!
What? WHISHT! Okay.
planets swirling abreast
Teeny-tiny-thing-times-three
a carving knife sliced thrice!
D'yeversee sucha thingin yer life?
A knowing nod from certain blind mice
Andturnaroundandturnaroundandturnaround
Nowsitdown. Now look left. Now look right
How does it feel to be the one in the miDDle?
Don't worry, the middle has middles of it's own
The middle has middles that aren't worth middling
3 spotlights merge into 1. 99 eyes pinned onto you
Lay down. Cue: a choir of cotton clouds. Enter SUN:
SUN:(arms flailing) O heavens! Bad news in Indonesia
CLOUDS:(singing) For tonight you be mine to keep dear
SUN:(crossing stage) awful! disgusting!! woe!!! (exit)
CLOUDS: We be driftin off soon to sleep dear (enter sun)
SUN:(panicking) O! I've seen horrible things in in Ecuador
CLOUDS: We'll no worry, about tomorry (CLOUDS begin to rain)
SUN:(hysterical) You people are sick y'know that?! (collapses)
CLOUDS:(raining heavier) What good shall it do us to weep dear?
SUN:(weeping) I'm fine... really.. You just caught me at a bad time
(Clouds keep raining until the stage becomes flooded and the sun burns out)
Clap...clop..clop-clap..Clap-clap-clap.Clappity-clippity-cloppity...clip-clop
Curtain call, shopping list, books to read, party tonight, death pending, life ending
Let days slip by while staring at a screen or a page or a field or another staring back
Something more? A portal in a drawer?to a land where people make more by the inflation rate
3 eyes, 3 ears, 3 legs, 3 arms, 3 hands, 3 feet, 3 elbows, 3 knees, 3 nipples, 3 nostrils, Ahh!!
Parralel universes and intergalactic excursions have no place in my rhyming-coupleted earthly song
So I blast them back to the far-reaching ringlets, the curly-crisp fringe of thought where they belong
No no no. I'd rather not alienate my audience with extraterrestrial rythms making them confused and dizzy
After all, I wear pants, use soap, walk hills, write words, sing notes, make war, eat toast and drink coffee
Mer-ri-ly squan-der-ing help-less-ly pond-er-ing, mea-sur-ing spoon-fuls-of sil-ly-bil-ly-ge-ry (syllablagery)
Fertive elbow-nudge to the tip-tip-tappery of noteworthy germanic master-waltzifier- S[undisclosed middlement]ss
A mechanized slideways wink from well-versed wisemen. [trau]matic triclops witholds gifts, embarks on divilment
My brains are rolling hills where smartly dressed bears sup on tea-cups in the front of their quaint cottages
There's nothing...more substantial...bouncing around on elastics...between these ears...behind this nose...
nor stuck to these walls, nor emanating from this guitar, so I draw to a close, and from closeby I draw
But but but... I hope that your hope has a hoop with a net in it, to let slip through spit and regret
Let it slip. Let it drip drip drip. Hit a jig, if it must, a viola or a gong if it must must must,
And if it must not, don't let it stop! Good christ, god almighty!! Gravity is not doing his job
Nine-ty-nine eyes ping-pong from heaven to dirt, from the tip of the tower to the flowers fist
Jump in a puddle, mumble a riddle, stretch, twist, breath in, eyes.. OPEN! Back in the middle
Lay down (pause) Cue: gentle fiddle, moody lights, delicate mist, drunken stars. Enter LUNA:
LUNA: ¿Quién vendrá a pisar mi blancor almidonado? La gallina y niño ya me han abandonado

STARS:(stumble with various bits of broken brass instruments)¡Culpa tuya! Está hecho ya.
Roman columns spring up, a rocket penetrates the stage. STARS drink from long bottles
LUNA:(with guitar) ¡Ay! ¿Quién...?(Stops. Silence. All stare at you on the ground)
You raise your head, get up and leave the theatre through the nearest fire exit
The light of day takes you by surprise and the sun is again flailing her arms
Every passserby is a perfect stranger, potential friend or future obsession
The one staring back... Hello!! Sorry, I hope I am not wasting your time
A triumvarite of hands all shake the face at twelve o'clock on the dot
Then reach up and to give the sun a hug but the little one slips away
Shadows spurt inches by the second, gossip gets mouldy, love rusts
Hardback classics on shelves cough, headlines shrivel in stands
The nation sits, removes shoes, lies down and closes each eye
Shopping list, borrowed shoes, 9 o'clock news, octopus loose
Again, the daylight on the inside takes us all by surprise
Memories scribble on brain-scraps,Imagination fills gaps
Morning bird-man of all seasons/hours flies backwardly
The red-rooster and Mr Dave Nolan reach a compromise:
While the sun is still yawning- Cock-a-doodle-doo
While the moon's not looking- Doo-doodle-a-cock!
And those famous little piggies know grinningly
End where you begin and don't sin knowingly
The deeds of the day are but dust at dusk
as are our deeds of dreams in the dawn
yyyyyaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwnnnnnnnnnnn
Loooong overdrawn, but... called on
Point overthereward-clickety-click
and what if your subject blinks?
Let it- dear god! Make it!!
With a bit of luck you'll
scratch a lightning rod.
So settle your tripod
Deep i'th'earth and
With some stiiicks
etch into the sky
a trio of mooons
a pillow puzzzle
bing-bong-boom
one x tree
ay!ay!ay!
X Y Z
zzz
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