what is it I hear?
Paris is in ash
crepe’s Pompeii ! It’s a
fusion of food gone extreme.
What of Europa-Disney?
No worse off than before – grey lattes
served by a toga wearing Minnie mouse,
over-looking Beckett’s old place.
Is it any better than sharks head soup in lactic acid?
At it’s peak there was no time.
Provisional Euro zone monetary explosion.
It’s a Bjorking swan song.
Fits the bill I suppose.
Bailout of crusty economic positions duckie.
But what of the fluxus?
Group is fucked
in a groupo sportivo way.
that’s what Xenakis said
of the Bloodied Bourgeois book
it is Stewart’s Home away from
work book . Trippin on a benzo high – it
makes one fall off of
tic tok tick talk toot toot.
Toke talkin take away
So what is this I hear?
white noise from the suburbs.
when the lights go down
then it’s 4 dollars fifty cents
for a draught of watered down beer at your local.
But no smoking – must take that outside along with the 2 bit
jacket you came riding in on.
Coat tails all a flutter… young lovers .
I still do not understand? What is not
what is … it’s just a never you mind
young Stephen Daedalus. Just you wait till
your Dublin mother gets home.
All bandaged – the old international zone colour
robes flapping in the Moroccan sun.
theme goes here.
young master Stephen Daedalus.
Just you wait.
For the endgame. For paragraphs
no punctuation. Life’s secret word
Over by the barrel all oak and majestic
but only when filled with a single malt?
Maybe my young duckie. But just you
never-mind. It’s not a concern of your young age.
When the time is right
you will know.
Concern yourself now with
Dictionaries – default to the anthem
of the age. Metallic, sonic, hallucinatory
sounds of the book being opened in the company
of strangers. Enlightened word horde.
Apprehension of the dissertation
Of the fault lines of Icelandic glaciers
of disastrous consequences