There are jinns
following me,
ducking and weaving
among obsequious
white
collared
sleepwalkers.
I am removed.
Staked out and strung tight.
I play along.
They betray themselves
in faint serf shadows
painting the dull hearted
pavement
under this nothing sun.
This is an inside job.
Her code name is
Queen of Scotts.
The tail has tailed me.
Brass knuckled solipsism
cracks my ribs
and slaps on the cuffs.
This is a definition.
This is your detention.
"It's good to see you smiling."
My file is incomplete.
It stays that way.
Subinfeudation lets
me swim
so many dim leagues
far and free
from her ropes
but the courage gets screwed
to the sticking point.
Spied out,
surveilled,
summed up,
categorized,
stuffed,
mounted
and iced
with a blue steel
conversation piece
here
in the book
of the city of ladies.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
The Book Of The City Of Ladies
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The quote's from this little song I made nobody's heard. Maybe you will, if you want to.
?!?! I was just over at Robber's cubicle goin' "squonky squonky" n' playing air guitar, Davy Jones luvah. Figure that?
hello for today my fellow americans - how could you not recognise the Pop...he's so craggy and veiny. i've seen him play a couple of times but never got close enough to smell him. i imagine, however, he would smell of something pretty leathery. he upset people over here about 15 years ago when he appeared on a live music tv show wearing nothing but a pair of transparent plastic jeans, perhaps you should give this some consideration for your performances. hello the fragrant AM, i see you are flirting outrageously as usual :)
I heard those volebeats and they sound very Flamin Groovies. I wanna score some timos with Jeeves and let him know that Roy Loney, the original singer of the Groovies is a gentlemen drude friend of mine. I get to help him make records and next week get to sing with him. He is short, like our Iggy, but has considerably more ballast.
yippee...plundering the doll test back catalogue with apologies to your graham. you shure do have some interesting friends. a living link to the days of the stooges and mc5 (the joint inventors of large portions of rock'n'roll as i know it). unfortunately only really know shake some action. teenage head is a great great record name, must actually sit down and listen to it one day. all the best people are short, i'm not too elongated meself and glen matlock was a borderline-normal at best....i towered over that man, or would have done had i been able to stand up straight and stop swaying.
saucy bad AM....dont you know i'm english (kinda) and dont you know us english have a thing for spanky spanky. god, any more of that kind of comment and my eyeballs will be rolling round in their sockets as i collapse in a glorious heap of confusion, shame and lust.
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