this is the winter of our discount tents
By hejira j
p-o-e-m-s and ting.
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Dreams: Monday to Friday.
Monday: I am scoring anti-capitalist slogans on a Coke billboard at the back of London Road market whilst supping a Sprite. My geography teacher points out that Sprite
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B & Q
And we have whisked down We are redecorating We are upholstering We are shelving We are slopping paint onto walls Mine is Russian Velvet She can't decide between Laguna Landscape
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bath time
we are pirates afloat in the brine except the salt wet is full with Mr Matey but, no matter we are the three bandidos we have looted much Zinfandel and Merlot and the other one
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Cracks
I am a one woman drum: Not in a 'Let's get back To the rhythm Of our wombs' sense God, no - I mean, I crack. The gun-fire Of my spinal chord Has sent grown men cringing.
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this is the winter of our discount tents
Call him Steven spread thin on cheap seats as the track unfurls. Everyone on the train turns sound down but keeps earplugs in. Steve makes a microphone from his Strongbow can
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Loose Ends
Jennifer is wondering what to do with the cds she only borrowed them because she thought he might do that thing if she said she liked electronica. His boxers tangle at the bottom
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The Dr.
I had to drop a well known author before he remembered but once he had upped and downed me the banter flowed like so much campus chatter. In Norwich, beat poets were his bag, a friend
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Eighties food.
Mike presents boil in the bag cod pie with flat parsley garnish propped like an apology. Next time, he'll cook something proper- chicken sliced neat with black bean sachets,
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Week
Imagine if the sky cracked open like a cheap plate and through the cracks seeped tiny coach-horses topped by even tinier men and the tinier men held aloft scripted banners
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this is how we would say goodbye
an acrostic fashioned from soba noodles spelling out s-e-e y-a with the first word being serendipity which was also a film starring John Cusack. Or- a capoiera sequence
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Scaffolding
All summer, held up By iron girders Bad chi force-fields Metal on your larynx But now scanty And adorned with camp sunflower 86 winks at passers by Flashes its panes As if to say:
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Foucault
The sticky pleasure Of confession comes From the mute moment before, The 'oh, I mustn't, It would be wrong. Bad.' Foucault said this. I think it's sexy. I get all my best thoughts
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Why did you speak in that stupid voice?
I heard you: You were all grey And buttoned Ready for business And those consonants Clagged in your mouth Like seeded fruits. Who are you to speak Of board meetings And colloquia?
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