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from RADIO NOSTALGIE
          
          
          
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          Take the smell of those creatures
          Parading in fuel or lying
          In gold mud beside the yew trees
          From which in shame-shards
          Sound's incandescent worms rang out
          We loved it / bright bones lapping
          Up the soiled water charging
          For an hour above the regional blaze
          Each one asking for the gilded queue
          Tired from the staves of wires
          Or spurning the approved argot
          To burn troops and kiss each glove
          Listening then or barging in
          Among leather fanfares foisting off
          A thousand tonnes of limbs
          Each night aborts its remedy
          Tense and tidy as a carcass
          With rented cars flourishing
          Where we sat pent-up like muscles
          The guidelines preferred betrayal
          Quavering in the dance cabinet
          Lumped-in as tapes spewed on
          About the buoyant feasting
          Was it grace stripping Mother
          Fingering the total wreck
          We blamed the shadows in unison
          Pale arms above the mono crop
          Go go my shitty metal future
          Sweating on drifting skirts
          As pale ducts flare with teeth
          The sick brigades all empty
          The fan stinks beside the children
          Wheels spinning where bearings
          Continuously squeal vis-à-vis
          Offal and headscarves a razor
          Or needle scraping the valves of
          Slow fucking divertimentos
          Whose blue ears destroyed the cell
          As each foetal lung broadcasts
          Over white eiderdowns
          Over the brightest informants
          With tiny faces shaved off
          Upholding the smoking Secretariat
          The screaming gates still
          Miles beyond each perfect meal