Stephen
I like 'afternoons beached upon the moribund'
meanwhile, here's a piece of my derelicta for you, originally published
in a certain magazine the name of which we dare not mention anymore on
this list as it may give offence :
SPECTARE'S CERTIFICITUDE
It is a tired, it is a long way of days to go. Spectare sniffs the
seductions
of Van Hougeworts coffee, imports its tropic turning, primal
steam.
Humanized, aroused, with appetite he paperknifes the most delicate parts
of a boldfaced envelope: D.Spectare's Potential Million. Selected
you
why have we? Believe we you deserve it because. True. And
no-one else owns the 7 Spectare prize seals, the unique
computer-generated
Spectare number, the Specatre certificate is yours & yours & yours
alone he dreams into hot water on dark grounds, with lissom alacrity
shrinks
into a small form lung-torn beneath a black sea: unconsciousness.
Morning is it night?
.....life-flash, Cheese!, voice of the dull on high:
Act now, Spectare, ex Ottho Heldingstraat 666, the automaton translator
extols
among thr powdering cigars and dockside warehouse bonds
as a dead tone levels
like the real plateaux
of work and sleep and work and sle
e
Pah!
so there we are
cheers
david
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