he caught himself humming a tune didnt happen frequently McCartney the othersworld humming lent itself to words
Someones knockin at the door somebodys ringin the bell someones knockin
at the cellar
door somebodys ringin the bell do me a favour an letem in
cellar door somebody was knocking at his
but he
didnt always answer
his
door knockedphone rung didnt guarantee hed answer
he wasnt obliged
some think otherwise
he didnt didnt darken doorways cellar doors
didnt ring chimesdidnt call thinking his call HAD
to be answered
wasnt skin off his ass in due time everything in its own time
phon-aesthetics phonaesthetics
he
found his way to it through cellar door
cellar door didnt hop him up
rawawkwardness did
since then slapshots snapshots
cellophane
floor then cute cunt optic cup mirrored minds
todays flash
neon nude brilliant
nice to have another horse hoarse
whores in the stable nice to kick it
around roll off his tongue play on his tympanic membrane maul his malleus concuss
his incus cuckold his compliant cochlea
neon nude
he had a girlfriend theyd get stoned
get naked drew on the others body with Murine eyedrops when they finished their impossible-to-see-as-they-drew
skins they shuttered the room turned on black lights Christ the fun they had fucking
not many knew Murine was phosphorescent under black light
neon nude joins the ranks
1208, Saturday – Christmas, 25 12.
21
1246, Monday,
27 12. 21
McCartney Let’em In
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rXdIyS85emM
Fela Kuti Monday Morning in Lagos https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Enb8Z4kgkVw
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