At first,
Bass vibration from the wall.
Then a voice,
Voices.
“Bitch”
“You ain’t tagged proper, hear bitch”
“Announce, bitch. The fuck”
Boot, head, back of head wall.
A muffled fog.
Kid Carl, “No, N…”
Boot, stomach.
Boot, chest.
Boot, temple, head pavement.
Boot, stomach.
“Announce, bitch”
“Intentions, bitch”
Boot, Boot, Boot…
Raining pain fades him.
Clouds, a lost mothers arms.
A confident voice,
A different voice.
The husky voice.
A voice saying, “no”.
The voice of an angel.
Just a kid,
In a bed.
Hurting, like never before.
“A cup of tea my child.” The husky voice of an angle.
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Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Post apocalyptic balcony number 5
She hoped,
Her children,
Had Heard her voice.
Tonight, of all nights -her birthday.
At the top
Of Tai Mo Shan
Mary, in her enclave
Speaking free.
The rusting
Radio transmitter
Gaffa taped to
An old observatory golf ball.
Temperature 34
humidity 78
typhoon level 3
impending storm
She hoped
They'd listen.
But, so many
had not.
So many had died
stabbed
shot
dead now.
The young bunch
the lost bunch
the violent bunch
the dreams that drained into soil.
She hope the beats
the liquid base
had changed
a few thoughts.
In the post disaster world
Not many chances
rise
Not many dreams evolve.
Maybe today would be new.
Her children,
Had Heard her voice.
Tonight, of all nights -her birthday.
At the top
Of Tai Mo Shan
Mary, in her enclave
Speaking free.
The rusting
Radio transmitter
Gaffa taped to
An old observatory golf ball.
Temperature 34
humidity 78
typhoon level 3
impending storm
She hoped
They'd listen.
But, so many
had not.
So many had died
stabbed
shot
dead now.
The young bunch
the lost bunch
the violent bunch
the dreams that drained into soil.
She hope the beats
the liquid base
had changed
a few thoughts.
In the post disaster world
Not many chances
rise
Not many dreams evolve.
Maybe today would be new.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
morning people
seas of dessolate faces
encapsulate my commute.
rivers of them
in semi developed newtonian motion
a b line for the cake shop
or for the tripedal exit barrier.
just the steady dub step beat
to guide my feet
and the pigeon instinct homing in on
my lcd haven,
of morning coffee
and various papers
broadness now defined by my lcd companionship
maybe today channel four isn't blocked
maybe today people can speak
maybe today i'll remember my degree equations
and not feel like a retard
design a new skyscrapper
to suck energy from the weather
and make people happy
inspire poeople to think
and live
with one globe in mind
maybe also i'll just wish i was at
home
in loving arms
listening to filthy b lines
fucking
and drinking cheap wines
plotting routes on my map
eating dim sum two hours passed there prime
thin king really come on
are we not etheral.
encapsulate my commute.
rivers of them
in semi developed newtonian motion
a b line for the cake shop
or for the tripedal exit barrier.
just the steady dub step beat
to guide my feet
and the pigeon instinct homing in on
my lcd haven,
of morning coffee
and various papers
broadness now defined by my lcd companionship
maybe today channel four isn't blocked
maybe today people can speak
maybe today i'll remember my degree equations
and not feel like a retard
design a new skyscrapper
to suck energy from the weather
and make people happy
inspire poeople to think
and live
with one globe in mind
maybe also i'll just wish i was at
home
in loving arms
listening to filthy b lines
fucking
and drinking cheap wines
plotting routes on my map
eating dim sum two hours passed there prime
thin king really come on
are we not etheral.
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