29th July typing
Lakes of sweat, lie glistening besides umbrella for the sun-soaked.
Entreat me to swim faster over to the rockstars.
Brother your just not paying attention.
Hate to feel ambivalent, so lets hug some dolphins and feel some endorphins. Sleek grey skin is sexy like latex, but far too into watersports; you know they swim in it, huh?
Raging against the dull white death. The dull white of your old conscience, and your skin. Crack open something expensive, and we’ll sip it until we’re ready to sip at each other instead. Roll over here baby.
Take someone else’s medication. This will keep us going all night. Ritalin off to the graveyard to stare at the sky and feel the stones against our head. Bedtime at noon-time, and sinking into the suitcases to be packed off into oblivion again. We all smile and sing; we’ll be ready for the next one.
Earth under fingernails is for the lovers-supreme. The lovers of touching and feeling and digging to get deeper. We dig it, we get deeper. Beautiful, my friend.
Stairs down to the street, where the kids are playing football. This could be Italy, Iran, Leeds or Helsinki. In fact it’s private property, so skat, kids, skat.
I’ll fold. I’m folding now. Paper / plastic bag for tragic. Rap so delicious that the words leave a residue. Believe it, man, there is nothing here but the smoke and the coffee. We are sitting in the nexus. Jack is tickling the type-writer and Susan is murderizing the musical genius. Tickling the musical genus. Snogging the musical phallus. Break down in sincopation, and beat yourself silly. I didn’t think it would come to this much motion, but it’s liquid and this room and my ears are some sponge. I like it.