Dear Chris -
Thanks - although I find your coding difficult and
didn't "get" this poem entirely I really enjoyed being
slightly repelled by its fabulous ponginess - if
that's nostalgia what's sentimentality ?
Best wishes,
Pam
--- Chris Hamilton-Emery <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> from NOSTALGIE
>
>
> Loose meat
>
> in my freak-show days
> on the cusp of empire
> soapy hands on twenty ideal sacs
> weaseling for the sound committee
>
> I'd come on all night as ribs
> and chalk in the northern trips
> marking time before each signal eked out
> those bobbing turds and chiselled
>
> juice from the tired escarpment
> making every eye ache at the prefecture
> all kettles and crumbs
> lapping up capacity for ruinous days
>
> there then / as if a fillet in
> perpetual amber articulated solder wings
> grunted for local cabbage
> for improvised pork all pins and mustard
>
> Iım staking teeth on it
> here at broadcast depth
> shaving off each dirty hole as I rinse
> and rinse the steakhouse knives
>
> old gasoline farts and echoes as I say
> beyond the soiled retinal glare
> my townıs ratings fused with lead
> still pleasuring the wreck of mother
>
> one can sit and burn intrusive meat
> recording the one chair in a violet room
> each long stew of tongues
> toiling the pan of the blunt lounge
>
> it is (as promised) all here for you now
> wrapped in dog skins / wrapped in lungs
> the contraband of little men
> gasping in a bed
>
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