Sunday, July 22, 2007

Source Code
(July, 2007)

(i) Life

10 DO Born;
20 DO Growth;
30 DO Death;
40 RETURN 10;

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(ii) Eternity

10 RETURN 10;

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A Wrong Turning
(To W.S. Graham’s Loch Thom)
(July, 2007)

Low lay Sol, and kissed my cheek as the pastures begin to fade.
The familiar scheme wraps its stone graffiti-arms around me,
but with boarded stares and cold corrugated grins; its blue arrow
has me stay my course. I speed-bump past the spec-adjusting twitch
with the unshaven chin that wears an hour-old musk of ‘Old Whore’,
on its way “tae the pakkies”. A phlegm-filled store disgorges bagged
six-packs and clutches of dough: a dog pants, caged by back-paged
gutturals of denim-arsed bookie-stub expectancy. A little girl sparkles
in her pink roller-boots, one latching a lonely soiled sock from scratched paving.
A long and sparkling, golden screw of piss chains an Alsation to the grass
before it pivots and bounds towards a hacking cough near a pebble-dashed
wall that warns me: “Wilson is a GRASS”. Breakfasted, I am expelled,
(in my air-conditioned now) to rake the temporal ash that was once
the flickering warmth of memory. We can never return to that which is alreadydead.

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a baby
(July, 2007)

Born,
I am. Spat - and away
I am cradled.

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Bleached yachts squelch above the barracked babes
strewn across the battered wooden palms
scooping indifferently atop anorexic legs.

Blindly, signatures scream,
etching the souls of flightless,
bending smiles.

Blushing, head-scarved cunts wobble,
traumatising in the damp winter air;
discharged into the forest of fate,
where sterile binaries huddle in fresh dew.

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