stabbing day blues

a rollicking bound at the backstairs
sandals in hand we split
these revenues

the tickets rip thick
at the fences of
the free world
uh the free world
uh huh the free world
the free free free free world

and so are we rocking motherfuckers?
are we rocking yet?

we take tubes at beaches
punch out under the curl
the glistenin sandy swells
a gargantuan sprawl
as the sun melts
we are marbled glass
fucked like ice cream

nowhere near suburban
like oceanic bourbon
ripped so hard yr body
tellin me stories
of uranium modesty

and we sing sonics
at the free world
at the free free world
at the free free free world
at the free free free free
free free free world
the free world
uh the free world
uh huh the free world
the free free free free world

we spit welsh
at passer-bys
here in the west
we're fully dressed
in presbyterian clothes
a kind of uniform
filling exorcise

waiting for bold stuff
at the muddy trenches
a word, a rhyme
a splash of colour

a dictionary of warfare
please recognise these tilted stars
bent, buckled
an absolute munt

the waterfalls crush cans
at the free world
at the free free world
at the free free free world
at the free free free free
free free free world
the free world
uh the free world
uh huh the free world
the free free free free world

huh how free....

on invasion day

a poem - 26th jan 10
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on invasion day

dialogue
in the black driveway
this time i'm talking
to myself, parked
leaning against
our x-cop car

the polar whiteness
through my fabric
a next generation
that rustic urban skin

icy stag in hand
easterly breezes of me
i'm waiting for manners
to appear like ghosts

yet we/i are watching
old mates' lawns
once lush die
under union jack
stars, suns set

uh huh
and me
wafting
into
acacia