May 2011
Posted by Ian McAdam on May 18, 2011
REDEFINING DREAMWALKS mass of solitude
(a look at conversations that think about themselves) (for Ana)
(while listening to BBC News or BBC Radio Two– they’ll tow you along — so any plagiarism is the fault of the sound-waves in my living room)
Mariana,
mass of all my memories,
you’ve captured me,
the deepest place
I know of
(give me a metal
super-tight
submarine,
that looks
like a Subway Branch,
unique and
off the shelf,
weighted with
heavy atoms
how ever expensive
they might be)
you’ve sublimed
the rear of my
brother’s car
over the Limpopo
in his boots
with his mindframe
strong and fluent
in humanity
rainbow nation
stumbled
and the chameleon is the sand…
caught here
in the city
for all
eternal time
as herbs sense spring
and grow faster still
sunlight’s better than halogen
super
reinforced.
Continental drift
infused with
youth not like china
which if old
is very expensive
youth is rare
today…
don’t
matter about the
crime or the moon-line from the sexy guy who talked on genuflects
***
Muscular Liberalism
took a holiday
in the sun
as the streets filled with
people
cast offs with
wrobs
and probs
and why
can’t you
think about
us?
the individual
with the media
face
and homogenised teeth
narrated an auto-queue
and slipped in an ad lib:
I don’t think there”s
any man
who can think
about
all of us.
And if it was so original…
would everyman
think about
him?
as more zoom shots drew in
Like “I’ve never thought about that before”… hmm.
***
CORN
corn
and fields
and acre yeilds
with moisture count
and butterflies
and the
sweetness
varies with spec (take out your binoculars)
ulation
the hops
and the insects
that live in
the hops,
and the human
chemicalision
of all life
to kill
and the fast march forward
saying
grow fast
to a place which
don’t change size
dig deeper
on
an iron
planet
Mother
space in time
you’ve given me
but that end of the morning beer,
the choices at the bar
all in a row
unable to say
what you want.
Forgotten
the value
of A ruby
And the struggle
to get to
the DJ
and say how brilliant
that April moonrise
woz
repetitive
sunshine and showers
but not in the south east
best ever moon…
music you take my life away and i get so you’re all i can think about
Rocket man
eats a rare metals bar
and says
not so precious
only heavier
as his
stomach drops out
damn, those lee-ways
THANK YOU
GO WELL
IT WILL BE damn that’s on the tail of a helicopter
who has that kinda money
as I brought tobacco late
on a Ruby
I said ruby
already and lose your mind if you can
for a little while
not forever…
you hope not forever
Time
You’ve expanded
my nervous energy
(making the air move)
breaking segments
on a naartjie
like a carnival ballon
when the red hair
of my family makes
me sit back
and wonder
on wot”s common
on who just looks like who…
camparisons
that make my mind tired,
the way a 36 year old,
looks at the world.
far out oblivion
becoming a
reason…
a real thing
what about the
south east
what bout the
north
what about Scotland?
God
save the queen
and god save
the conservative
intellect so much money
so much fucking money
and their field is
wide open
to the open
legs of
a mother
Mom, tell me how to be.
What to feel in the
time
How to while
away
a whole
360 degrees
there’s only
360 degrees
there’s only
100 percent
I wonder away again
from what I meant to say
and it fucks my mind that what
I might have thought to say
I forgot to
say
and then it went
away forever
a dull
thud
thudding at my head
like so much
electricty
Oblivion to the
post with
the Maypole flowers the street haze
and the way bicycle wheels
make wind
that winds the top
to
spinning
on a new coin.
Making mind pictures
that look nothing like
square pictures
hurts sometimes
faster
in the mud crawl nightmare
faster zoom
quick jolt back
look at this
it can’t be reality.
And I like the reflection your mind gives, like I love the up-glow light on concrete
My reality, that’s what I stop at and look at, the deep in the reality
reality there again
reality again I said
it’s the only reality
i know
it’s the only reality
I’ll let you live in
dictate to me all the time. That’s all your everyman likes
as the reality
and the perception
sword fight
with pin sharp
precision
on an Avocado Pear
and equality likes
two sides of the same coin
perfectly
balance
two
scales on each side
of a self service
Tesco till
gotta balance
the muscular
money
luck
of the human
replacement
technolgy
I want people
to be people
not things
through
money love
absorb
a passport
with the
flow
and rust
and newness
Fight against speculation
on what I eat…
That cow looks slow
let’s catch it
12 May 2011
