Poison
not so subtle
has taken root
in my cells.
I shiver
and sweat
the small hours
in the dark.
A dream
about a river
comes to me.
I'm standing
on a floe
watching
people on the shore
appear
and recede.
All of my words
are stripped of
sound and meaning
by furious gusts
of wind.
Every only every
disappears in painful
meanders.
There is only
the riverbed
where I lay
teeth clenched
stomach sliced open
and
leaking rusted
soul.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Stranded On A Floe
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the temple of onion is located about ten miles down the coast from where i live in a town called brighton ( when mr daltrey sings 'Out of my brain on the five fifteen' he is referring to the 5:15pm train from London Victoria to Brighton, also the scene of the infamous mod v rocker riots of 1964 ). tut tut. brighton is still very popular amongst the young and fashionable but i find i have now reached the age where twats like that just irritate me so i don't go much.
the rich kids are great - that playlist thing did not have the one i really wanted which i think is called 'here comes the nice' - i've only ever heard a live version. i met glen matlock last year, a mate of mine at work was a guitarist for his band ( i think called the phillistines ) back in the 90's. he did an acoustic show at a local golf club (of all places). nice bloke but i was a bit too pissed and had also inadvisedly sucked down a few too many lungfulls of herbal relaxant so i just stared awestruck and cross eyed at him while trying to relate a story about some girl i know who had met him years ago. i dont believe it was a terribly impressive performance on my part, my mate couldn't stop laughing for days about it. ho hum.
for more onion related info see: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_Pavilion
I liked Thin White Rope too.
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