Personal Blog: August 2007

Canaveral Cream

Concentrated and primed
hemispheres clutter drawing-boards;
this jetsam is scraped into polished
tubes of white and NASA livery.

Dragging and lifting and shedding their
Canaveral Cream, they slip upwards,
ripping orange wounds of con-
cussion across the blue-black.

Their telemetry chatters farewells home
before they surrender their unseen wings
and fail, spiralling, beautifully polished
and wearing a hypnotic drone.

Petals darken and freeze.
Land ejects. Disassembled
children aggregate the pavements
beneath the blood-churned air.

Women shower and tinsel; pain and disbelief
vapourise - digitised and syndicated: new fairy tales
that flutter and wink. And older stars hang in an expectant sky.

Labels: Technology Death Space Destruction Mankind

Student Quarters

An echoing door combs a mustard, coil-
rich carpet. Curtains sneak and sigh, hold chat
with dawn and chill. Soon, afternoon floats flat,
borne in golden air, drifting in the soiled
en-suite of spiders black, and fungal oil.
And under bed where none dare look but
the hoover, gagged and bound; smile that gluts
upon the micro-banquet sheets of yellowed toil.
“God, oh! God, oh!” fuck hidden paper walls.
The cupboards yawn with temporariness;
an ancient hob slowly scabs and lolls.
And still, this stay was every day or less:
cow’ring roof it gave, but night breaches walls.
And silent filth tsunamis trouble rest.

Labels: student life Aberdeen filth grime loneliness