9.
Blue Rhubarb
Once upon a time there was a boiled sweet called Bill
Months on down the line he sat rejected
Protected from the elements and tiny grimy fingers
by a glass jar marked 'Rhubarb & Apple'
Why neglected?
'Cause Bill sat a few jars left of that ponce 'Rum Truffle'
In his new glass, all sparkles n all
See, it's not the newsagents....
Buyers breeze by all day
They peruse with vacant expressions naked obsessions
Always choose cakes and tarts from under the red counter
Bill may lose his patience pretty soon
He used to make them salivate
Now the true statement's
that his sugar's slowly going bitter
‘Cause who's adjacent on the shelf?
None other than 'Rhubarb & Custard'
....that back stabber
Double crossing tooth rotter
Dusted on the regular
Every day refilled
Never crusted
Bill became a dreamer
Lost to concocting and plotting thought
Like 'I'll arrange an accident that's elaborate and fantastic...
sfjkfshudajjjgggggrrrsmashyaaaaintooopiecesskjid
flejes dddieo;fppi'd beeeincreassess!i!iii!!!
jjjuri've got my eye on you
I've got my eye on you
Can’t escape me
Won't evade me
There are many things that motivate me
Can't run can't hide
Fly at high speed n 'I’ve got a lock on you
Should've learnt by now don't engage me
You a top gun but you don't equate me
You and your mates - bum chums - you too cliquey
Didn't see me coming - naah
‘Cause I’m too tricky
Slide you into sunlight - you boil to sticky goo!
If the shoe fits....you know how it goes....
Pandemonium!
Take a hammer to ya till I stand alone again!
They’ll say "....musta been a loose screw"
They'll muse "....musta been a break in"
I'll watch and wait in the dark then just adjust a touch
A brush from your next customers clutch
Ya sucker concussed!'
Bill sat at the front of the jar
Not missing a single incident
His sweet thought
A musical instrument
Bent on detailed note-taking in significant detail
Of total premeditated insolence
But was the information influenced?
Bill pick n mixed the jury from the stale bread and the tins with dents
But was the information influenced?
Bill pick n mixed the jury from the bottom welded single pence
But was the information influenced?
Bill pick n mixed the jury from the Cotie L'Aimont stinky scents
And yesterday’s Independents
10. disheveler sketch
[Say something colloquial, I need to get my bearings]
Hand-wrestling and as much typhoo as time allows
a deep sense of justice, not to mention perfect brows
Way before jerky Hell Day made folks uneasy
I strolled into work with a burly smirk that would release me
from your straight-laced, neck-braced fun in khaki pants
It’s not wrong, it’s just different; give them half-a-chance
before disgruntled became the official office prescription
Surprised, I’m energized by these two brown eyes in the kitchen
comforter - a listener - a foreigner trapped in the phone for a year
a voice that massages the soul, extols and nurses the ear
a voice struck by the moon, stitching wounds it strikes back
eyes that read the bad news and a hand that writes black
damp but on fire, becoming her Picasso for a season,
singing softly, eating words, the bachelor police smell treason,
it’s that sundial smile, the beauty floating down the aisle
the miracle half-mile, the arts and craft child
Stephie peed in the bath trial
the third pole - it isn’t cold it’s the extreme in-between
it’s sneers, it’s Belgian beers, it’s sincere and it’s serene
courageous enough to battle on despite the rattle of tin ribs -
just a girl pursuing the truth no matter how dreadful it is
but our king is better than your king 'cause yours is just a man
With his clever little 10 year plan, to do what? expand?
I translate the slightest timid body rhythms into a dance
a thriller, a comedy, a drama, sci-fi, romance?
East face never fancied the deep space
But lives where the beats race
and fiddlers keep pace
With certain amount of authority
I can say that it’s a rarity these days
the evening divine dining combined with
the sublime intertwining of minds, crack crack...forgotten my lines
The sea-salt stings, I see saliva strings,
my lower lip and the sand have now got several links
the wave that leaves you humbled and panting on the beach saying
‘I’ll never turn my back on the ocean again’ yet I’ll keep playing
See the world in black and white and gray shades and black and white
and maydays and wrong and right and okays and no ways
Ohiiii, point out the dirt that clings to every reveller
I need cinematic soundtracks to match the might of this disheveller
Vincent Gallo, wait, it’s already in bold and italics,
there’s really no need to underline and highlight her smart aleck
This document contains flames, which cannot be edited.
When my whispers get repetitive, just take them as an anchoring mantra
Be friends with the smilers, the lip-up-the-cheek climbers
the parents, the minors, the badge of merit finders
The Scala diners
© 2007 The Custodians
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