the “mixtre” of goals
set me up with 300 youths
now living in my flat
3.5 percent of a nation’s population
can
paralyze the plan they said
you know bleak is bleak
arresting
alarming
punishing
withdrawal from welfare
huffing: don’t interrupt the life of millions
no ear seeds around for that
the mixtre of goals
set me up with 3000 youth
now living in my flat
who will
paralyze the plan they said
don’t you know bleak from bleak?
huffing: don’t interrupt the life of millions
no ear seeds around for that
targets will fly with idiots & geniuses alike
befuddled spryness
of whistling sounds
loudness
hissing
buzzing
ringing in the public ear
of jerky movements
trying to plant new “plait hair”
i met with 300 000 youths
still living in my flat
trying to gather their limbs & goals
stockpiling cat people & cornrows
by way of craft as well as fraud
braiding through ” brida ” the twitching eye
to knit a new root
of blood social & mad max 2
what a commotion
let’s twist together, they said
round & around & up & down
we will be wailing from boston to cape town
shaken to & fro
we are another Evans, you must (k)now
our dominoes know the limbo rap
i saw 3 000 000 youths
rushing through my flat
whistling: gas light patrol
no problem i said
this is old hag shack, radiohead
motherboard & mumford design
play it to the people
or play it on the radio or service beam
i don’t mind
i look at you from my bathroom floor … a lot of hair;
how many transistors can fit on the end of a hair
to bristle to rise to a point?
hair of a docga perro
“kwon” great mystery
” Cry Havoc! and let slip the dogs of war ”
—Martina Gertrude Siebert