big town blues (xi)
by Dylan Harris
[ poetry - december 10 ]
number number
number number
junky chant
stop
beer taste is toothpaste
jukebox conf
chant restart
has each human de–
toothpaste is beer taste
what a dull
poem
bureaucracy disconnect
weeks
organise & lust
beer taste is toothpaste
lust
i forgot the how
a detest effect
this species' ware
toothpaste is beer taste
i left my cat
in san francisco
and then the cornflakes would not fight
i left their nest a frightful site
-wenty t-
-wenty five t-
-ost my heart i-
-will pow-
-ill pow-
-ll pow-
-l po-
-enty fi-
-gy in the win-
-and and and-
empty
beloved
old peoples'
bars
in belgië
play the music
beloved
of their old peoples'
dead parents
&
the pre–metro
on
feel
graves above
warm
more
------
(more music
to be dead
to)
------
conflicted
conflicted
A ♯
sat not seated
plain
B ♮
i'm not
D & E ♭
that's yesterday's
beer
an empty
perfect fifth
C below
no mood
to walk
tho' balance
walked
two weeks ago
a girl a
splash
an alex harvey album
and confer the same bad
wanneer
zal ik gaan
de stadt
dit land
tijd
geeft
dezelfde fauten
mijn cover est französisch
non
je
n'ai pas in ce pays
a bought up
and confer
the same bad
dezeflde en
slechte
remeasure their pond
now an empire
of pissing peasents
themselves in their bollox alick
in their eyes cheesewire
their choice
do you wanna dance
wann
soll ich fahre
ou est de pays
no wind
do you wanna dance
sang like the smell
a burst sewer'd sing
