What spark did flitter
Among my thoughts like glitter
gold against the soul
Hell did not put it first but I did my own bidding or so I thought. In the street, onto the beat of things came my whip and onto the next street, my mind did a strip. And the next street and the next strip, strip, strip. And never came and went. Eventually, I ventured out onto the landing strip of pavement flat without a lover and felt its concrete indifference which for a brief moment liberated my Wartime mind with Paris. And as I shuffled towards the shop coins in pockets, I wondered nothing at all lest I drop them into a storm drain. All the time workmen were at work inside the bubble of my brain which was a lot of workers and lot of fetuses never formed chemically assassinated before their born. I trod like a dancer those steps back home. A retired dancer. A retired shopper. A retired whore of body and soul now I was richer than ever before my dreams of Sodom and Gomorrah came and wept and stained cherubs cheeks. Love and lust in vain entreaty of willing heart and able body and mind came calling perhaps to ask for forgiveness. Perhaps not. I gave her my lot. I never had a lot. A lens came calling and the rest is history. A package holiday. A poor man’s bestiary. Bikini Atoll Instagram. And for once ‘Never?’ was not a question. Its already blown up in your face. this is the future of the human race. Global-mega-nuke-dom-fascist-photo-king-dom-peasant-vegetable-heirloom-grade A Poultry forever and ever more. Give thanks for your children. Sigh, Pause, Play again, the noise that never stops, the virtual malady that brings our minds to the brink of sanity, without rhyme nor reason except it has for want of a metaphor inhabited a black horse that thunders over hedgerows and fields of fancy..well you can tell it a million times but then pounds saved lives and where was heaven all them years ago? They would us rather forget instead streamline our finances for a life online. Glitterball anyone? Chide your children for wanting it so instantly. Chide yourself for not giving in, Chide the forest for offering it. Chide your parents hides for breeding its culture and problems as they lie foot clubbed ready to repel invaders. Thank them for their lot. Bonking labradors building secret laboratories where Loreal models go for doggy facials Haven’t you heard? it’s the latest craze. Stranger things have happened in Russia! A man went shopping there and ended up in the special forces with Nikita giving him orders. It’s the new land of opportunity. Ask Boris, Ask Putin, Ask Yeltsin, Ask Gorbachev (oh he’s dead) Ask that waxwork brain in the Whitehouse. Where there is an election to be rigged. You know who to call!
Tied up by time
Constrained by your emotion
thoughts like quicklime
On an island, on a plane
On a boat to nowhere.
Stand and stare then retreat slowly
Playing out the twists
and being the vine
in blue jeans, in the commotion
your sensing a crime.
Your world in motion
connected to mine
©2017 Andrew Watkins
Why do I seem constantly frustrated by my angles?
© 2017 Andrew Watkins
Ring any bells?
The nineties… blag prosody.
Smooth skin rancorous streets, Single bed
You know it best.
2016 student of the avant-garde life award for best trousers
Pass it off as your own
Advertising will never notice
Too wound up in itself to care about me
dancing in the street.
Yeah. I dance too. Watch me move.
Goodnight. See you. Start ignition.
Pull away slowly.
Reverse into that space over there.
Mirror signal, reverse.
Looking at you
£10 pounds an hour
Maybe? £20 £50 whatever you can do
Dinner ready at six used matchstick and custard
Good enough for Satan is good enough for me.
Hello, Britain! Are you comfy?
Phone 0208 555222. It could be you!
You’ll never know.
Prick that boil, lance that bunion, peel that onion.
Chop that wood in two.
Put in the wood burner stove and paint your ceilings to reflect the glow
at the two of you making plans for a holiday.
Somewhere new. Somewhere golden, like you.
Put the kettle on. Are you making us a brew?
Bring out the biscuits too. This one is me and that one is you.
No, I disagree. That one is me and this one is you.
Dunk a bunk in bed. Nuff said.
They go away to play.
I’m here alone musical bone, changing shape
changing like a stranger who wants to entertain me
to what end I wonder. My money at a gig. Can he be trusted?
What about me? Don’t I have ambitions musically?
A piece to honour Hallelujah! And Leonard Cohen
E-A-D-G-B-E tap tap tap. I need an acoustic for that.
From a time before me. Era. Cat in the Hat. Gone.
Just a little tune. Self-effacing at that. Faith and life.
Gone like that. In cosmic time the blink of an eye.
Golden discs head into the stars.
Security Gates Remote Control, Swimming pool
I could do that thought I! Sunshine!
Police Knocking on the door asking do I know this girl?
Back from the dead. I chose death. Behind me was life. I chose death. Close by life. I chose death.
Behind was the tale that I grew up. I chose death. Behind was the impression effort made. I chose death. Behind were my friends. I chose death. Behind were accomplishments, minor and many. You know what I chose.
Here and now is the present future and the past. Like perspective, you can see them fade as they get further away. Closer to infinity. Behind because I am told what have you. Close and into the past where dwells a beast. A mouse. A house. Behind is a waste. Chaste. Bolder than before. Ready. Eager to please.So surreptitious glances remind you closer than by you feel.Pin drop. Because it felt so good. Natural. Because you forgot.Sun but today. Because you felt that way inside. Hope. Inside. Felt real.Inside. Felt real. Dog. Inside. Fine.Behind. Mine. Inside. Way of. Inside. Inside. Inside. Real
Behind glances. Smile. Awaken Inside. Suns rays. Chose. Rain. Inside terrible. Vain. Inside. Joy at being alive. Inside. Behind. When it comes again. Ready. When.