Eclat – Pierre Boulez
Duration II – Morton Feldman
Get In Line – Art Ensemble of Chicago
Bungee – Harmen Fraanje Quartet
Silver Apples of the Moon (extract) – Subotnick
Cathode #5 – Otomo Yoshihide
Snagglepuss – Naked City
Three Architects Called Gabrielle (Just What I Expected) – Django Bates
Don’t Try To Use Me – Horace Andy
“Parrot Raft
I subaquacachéed a few things for some future fish to get his filthy flippers on today.
Nothing good,
just,
a drawing I did of a fish,
some porno (“shaft”),
a carrot,
and some pieces of raft from the raft,
and some francium which, despite the many millenia, will blow up in his fish face gills.
A rare moment of peace on the parrot raft and I turn to tedious travelog.
The crew here are an asinine bunch,
All botched mutinies and squawky in-jokes.
They blow their shanties
through hollowed-out foodstuffs.
Gavottes intoned via courgettes.
The mode is Lochrian
and my carrot’s missing its ‘A’
and now I’ll never see in the dark,
and for ornamentation they use trill,
and I miss you more with every passing paragraph,
and I miss you more with drifting on a parrot raft
and whilst drafting out a carrot riff
and muffling bouts of carrot shaft
and I kiss your paws whilst ruffling coat of cat midriff,
how stiff your paws whilst stifling shouts of “mattress wrist!”
and all the while,
the captain,
parrot though he maybe,
bids me,
inexorably,
linger longer
on the craft.
So I’m at the Easter Island Heads
checking my e-mails.
Twiddling my nunchuck.
One of ’em looks like you, you dumbfuck!
Glumstruck
I rattle the spam filter and approach a head for some bumhooks
The filter collects a lot of muffdust!
And won’t come unstuck.
And then I spot the sign
Don’t feed the one on the left,
don’t pray to the one in the middle,
and don’t e-mail the one on the right,
lest your caché catch his erotic aids.”
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