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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

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