Tuesday, 17 May 2016

Mud Pigs



We had this Continuation
I was going to say Continuum
Because I thought it
looked good
But I don't really
know what it means
So I'm gonna be prosaic
And say the first thing that seems... 
Not so grammatically inept
Like a line from Peppa Pig

There had been
There was
I'm trying to think of something clever now
Sitting on the rapid transport system to Spartak
It's not so easy as you think
Maybe I need a solid format
Maybe I should take a drink ?
But the lugubrious railroad's rapid rattle
Bungs one's stillness
(where the amusement arcade of voices lie)
up a bingo sucker
And there you stand
Shaken and plonked
Next to two fat ladies and legs eleven
Your head bangs like a cocktail
Your tail hangs wet between your feet
All muddy
And sour
All bloody
And incomplete
Like an egg
Which will never hatch
Waiting for Marco Pierre White
To crack you
And separate the yolk
From the white
As if they do not match

And the continuum
Was shattered
Like the end of a box of Kleenex
And the fairy tale decanted
Trails a plume of tendrils
Demonic lewd and spectral
From your elegant swan-song neck
And the dis continuum has merit
As the fairy tale went and perished
Yeah, but i must admit
there was lots of music in it
mostly shit.


2016 - Moscow 













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