Where There Are Fish You Will Often Find Bicycles

An experiment in Jungian free association, streams of words that are meant to make no sense but sometimes hang together, limited to ten lines each day. Successful or not I will ultimately revisit and use some of the ideas to make more cohesive wholes or even holes

(in six days god did what?)

sunDAY 1

save the shamen monkey for a cleaner time

a warm snow, maybe, where the cookies die

so busy waiting for the next day

I could’ve missed it when it finally came

through the giggling dry cinnamon walls

plaited in a garden that promised more

while a titanium hip may not bump or grind

my buying choices change with every rhyme

living in the last days of a spoon fed haze

I’m still the best thing that ever came of age

monDAY 2

I can’t hear the ground squeak, I can’t hear it swell

both wonderful & frightening this northern fall

minus fifteen with the mercury stalling

no promises made but every fence taken

owls can be born of painted stone

white padded envelopes split wide open

bitterness comes in more flavours than yellow

the best company for breathing? constant survival

protecting the key may jeopardise the egg

but where is the politick more real than Madrid?

tuesDAY 3

white powder, cold chowder, the roads are skinned deep

a roasted pig’s head finds it hard to complete

the quieter the fox the more blood in the crowd

you died in your sleep, did you not figure it out

sound down, drown out every vain catechism

each question will answer the very same thing

your bandages ride as ripped beggared threads

what disservice you offer your unfavoured deeds

while you slip down the mountain make sure that you’re smiling

you suit the black garb of ein deutscher Geschäftsmann

wednesDAY 4

now you’ve caught your own shadow take care not to spill it

line-up the artist’s dummies in ranked fascist salute

you shall not know my wife now you’ve met my life

tout the benefit of experience through a lack of advice

perverting the course of your dress with a suit

ensnared in the source of magnetic rebuke

take issue with the parents through this viscous thrum

its easier to blame The Clash when all said and done

deny every charge with indecent composure

then listen in space to Earth’s crusty symphonia

thursDAY 5

the chapel smokers stoke those who would charge us

but Josiah left this (coil) too soon and so missed the cardinal clays of Mars

which leaves me to announce, regretfully,  this activity labours on today

settle down at the back, slip the headphones on “et écoutez et répetéz”

tar macadam sits, boot blacked and slicker than BP left Louisiana

give every peace it’s chance to explore the new settlers lost anger

with more faces than a game of “Guess Who?” I put the cunt in contradiction

stacked tall the steeple-jacked speakers if you have the time to listen

my, my, what big eyes you have, they’ll be the death of you

exquisitely draughted in rouge and chalk  just for the corpse’s review

friDAY 6

with the whole world vergin’ on the ridiculous how wise to stop fucking fools

stoic, the bachelor pebble, apart on a sea of flag, will wait an eternity to fuse

ridng the tears down your right hand cheek your left remains unbroken

puddled in ale the page owl had never looked so welcoming

liquored up wishes and stolen kisses, were the making of that little boy

the architect drew invisible arcs that pulled the trees from the void

every hornet born yellow wishes it could play the downtown blues

where a memory sits alone it will always end up blaming you

the wine affects the way you love, the way you pump your blood

end each day by sounding a warning and watch for the clause from above

saturDAY 7

enough