to kairos out of dreadful verse
sometimes.
(after all those smiles, once an Audi four ringer,
to whom one is always inaudible,
may as well have been ticklin' 'err with my mandible
they couldn't listen
COULD NOT
Funny that askin' where the warmest little cove is....
For their funny little two year old
" is there something wrong with your van, my man?"
we laughed, we, three
proper glee.
But could they take a tip
"not this one, two more along, especially sheltered from Easterly."
Nope of course not
Anyway now i have the very last Candide-Quixotic,
Borrowin' pilgremage
I wasn't planning to.
May the first i told the sort-of collaborator
Moral support now...and later.
I know she won't change, to suit
the loot. As she wanted trainin'
live well on fresh air
nearly there...
But even if i still don't know if Balkans
or even Midlands
Those which for millennia at the confluence of so many bolshy tribes
Made it down The Urals, "right we'll' ave a bit of this..."
Basically the history of Central Europe for ever...
.
scrappin... for the best bits of land
And other 'spoils' we can be sure...
CReates a kind of different mentality.
No disrespect what is will be.
Except The Guardian recommended books on
their poor little travellin' patronised, fantasy..
(The Canaletto - Warszawa old town
give the real clue, we want it back, fuck you...)
In fact i hadn't thought a long time ago
Those who emigrate on confected sweetness and geuus miners of 'sympathy
Fit in perfectly.
With theme park Britain of...
Well it's like this.
When even a writer artist sat in the sun with her sort-of-artist
friend (read someone with a fee Paradise place to stay
in the only ever transactionality)
Of course they cannot have a real 'philosophical'
conversation.
About the woman in the town just 3km away
Never mind my poem.
I mean what a privelage - first 'live' performance
Even if meekly "look you'll prob think teenage but... go one ...why not...
a 'real' writer with proofs to correct
Take a minute to llisten then please react...
Righty ho the rest of my output when i have spent ten years on the last output - puttin' it right
horses to frighten
(hers, the last archetype... her 'whisperin' '
I am sure
will cure
their 'behavioural difficulty'
(at a pony
[ slang for too much] , or more
for a day inside her door.)
And finding really ok poems from 15 year 'nago...
(the key to esteem, and kickin 'suicidality'
like a REAL old carthorse if you try and modify him...or her
is i never yearned for one moment different,
buckets are for losers...winners graze no borders for free. )
Anyway right yes....
I thought the 'road trip' version was over
Surely Former Sovs bein' their whole history is of rather bloody and trepidatious road trippery
Have it in their 'culture'..
Only takin' - fair dinkum maybe just nitted into the efnic togs, like DNA
rather than informing, at least
" yes no maybe.." well tell that to your priest.
errata vudu shaman higher priestess as the next wave that have taken over
My my (as said before)
production values of an Uppest Town top rankin, Fifth Avenue whore
where was i ohh yes....
'road trip' journeying to the Odyssey's end, stuff
Keeps you from ever gettin' in a big huff
As already the model was a kindof fantasy
'hologram' dereamlike .. shimmerin' not quite reality.
But if it is.
Well i really did need to meet, them....
there used to be a small little word for people like that
jujst 'snob', never bitchy upemselves twat
But when an 'artist' with nuthin' better to do
Than smile FIRST...
Until ... well they aren't gonna get the sweet sycophantine, version of it
Well its already in my can... jagged edges
infact better word picture, a methamphetamine addicted clam
(i have the recordings soon... disaster butterfly year ... seas full of drugs... no one even cares about the bugs)
snappin away because thats all she ever can
But with just the right designer smock, designer building mate (you really couldnt make him up)
perfect pastel window frames
of course can't listen to " yours nearer than theirs
full sun, and sea so close
two years....
he ....and i am very fussy
his free advice,
in fact the bizarre thing is that good oldschool slightly yokel tips on rottin' wood
and how to make it good
Is in fact why they CAME..in the first place...
And to meet poets just meanderin afront of her deliberately harbourfront pathway
First equal with (who was it Owen's friend..? )
The end of all actual creativity, just like HAy
And that was 20+ years ago... will they never learn?
Of course not.... arrogance and icicle maidenhead
combined ....you are beyond, poor him, dead.
And anyone else not quite them..
I didnt realise how their siftin' gear
gets almost trained down here...
Finishing School for the End of The World
Self portrait of the Cheltenham
LAdies have manners....girl
(a deliberate mistake bein' they don't do people only silly seas...
people art would require an artist at least TRYIN' to think... summat interestin' to say....
thats it the LAST day!
There was never any point.
It hasn't really been possible to have actual meaningful conversation in this whole land
Since around.. 2016... but s'not Farage...
or even their bug
I know exactly when this began
Its in the other one ... mendicant me
a lovely poetical cheeky ironic ... failed attempt to make folk SMILE...
with what folk knew for...ever was worth a smile
gentle self deprocatin' cheeky....
ham-philosophy
That usually turns out to be right in the end
And i know who wrote their actual history
before it has even started
(but i now know it will, as many fair minds endlessly say)
Slavenka Draculic
They Would Never Hurt a Fly...
(i am constant i gave 2 copies of that to gayboy Paul Keetch MP my 2004 jolly good pal... " PAul find your most sane ex military thinker peeps and ...share these out... one day i think we will need them"
he died VERY young too..... oh well...
the END ... that last short walk was.
Few of them REALLY frighten me.... and none of them 'get' that 'negative' energy/emotion/ 'experience'... is an energy... and i think maybe the best one of all for
to be cont )
