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quick takes from the moleskin

we were glad our skin had been
broken the heads were cut
from defenders 150
women of the castle over-
whelmed by steaks
of fire we were reduced
to nature's garb there is
trouble in my bosom
the blind prophet
had a squint
bound into
the boundless
on this blank
sheet of paper
the mythopoetic
cabbage it's summer &
large spiders
are entering
the house.

from Alien Memory Machine

a lonesome hymn
in perpetual motion

suffering and solace
in the praxis of living

a paradise of blemishes

what we said was not
what we wanted
what was waiting
forever, undiscovered

this is a space


from Mr. Spicer:

"I died again and was reborn last night / That is the way with we mirror people / Forgive me, I am a child of the mirror and not a child of / the door. "

from Moving Pictures (1st draft. 7 min.) (London Inferno Section)

Acton Town (West London)

to be seen right
to the shagged edge
the action is leaving
us craning for the corpses
the college of good industry
the collage of what comes
what may comma coma
sometimes dense
sometimes a new city
not a wry gamble
say say I’m best
forgotten say say
to be seen a love catch
no dogs no cycling
don’t climb the fence
don’t climb the walls
to be seen in the blinding
white eyes sucked back
to dispute the philosophies
of night

from Moving Pictures (1st draft. 20 min.) (London Inferno Section)

Shepherds Bush (West London)

the biggest urban shopping blooms or busts
may yr head not turn the other way
may your brain not be boxed
may the ass be asked before bumping
before being bruised on the soft
seats of the underground
may you be well for the imagination
may you no longer be sick from the rumors
may you may you I dunno be rambled
tadpole tadpole a tad hullabaloo
can you hear yourself crumble
when you sleep can you fetch
the staff the stately staff we’re
graying and our post-capitalist
marches float through the dark
may you overreach reedy and red
may you wake with the nymphs
of Dionysus with a twig between
your teeth oh yes may may you
lop off your fat and refind it again
in some unknown city with the creature
creeps the pipes of the boat sucking
you out from under from from the suitcase
unpacked and repacked always too
heavy and always left behind