excuse my vandalism
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excuse my vandalism Lars Palm
The Red Ceilings PressMMXIII [rcp 55]
www.theredceilingspress.co.ukwww.redceilings.blogspot.com/
excuse my vandalismLars Palm
© Lars Palm, 2013
some of these poems were first published in guerilla pamphlets, On Barcelona & Truck
by a fragment of nothing
by jumping into or out of the fire
by the manor of a lady
by microclimate
by occupying the wind
by beauty once more redefined
by being thousands gathered
by setting fire to your boss
by walking faster than the rain
by being an exception to a whole lot of rules
by the manners of a tiger
by snail
her first actionsof the week
kill a waspphotograph it
then kill acouple more with
out securing anyevidence
(after some short pieces by chairman mao)
imperialism is a drag
the english queen is a drag
the u s administration is a drag
maoism is rather more fun
pigeons tapdance on thebus shelter roof
the homeless manwoke up when isat down on the
far end of thewooden benchwaiting
that religious nutwaving bible quotesat innocent by standersgets cracked open& vanishes into the early morning
(a moment of absurdity)
sitting in an expensive tourist cafe in your own town, on the sidewalk amid a construction site & a crashed spaceship & her hair blowing away & the church tower clock ticking away the hour nibble by nibble & a security guard staring viciously & thank you for going by bike
lazy saturdaymorning in something aspiring tobe the 1950s wherethat perfectlydesigned bikerarrives in a smalljapanese car
in case ofemergence
spring that traptap the ale
& hide the bikeinside your mind
or outside insome vast field
crystal earon sale
really cheap
a wonderful bar gain
even to the person who lost the ear
in a barroom fight
bus for shooters hillcaught in a shootout between a burntoak & a bent cross
still on the hilla lone palm-treecircled by photographersharvesting cameras
not here
decide the formof the deicide youwant & the shapeof the table youwish to plan it by
maybe there
if not in thislittle & slightly mad town
she’s drinking a desertsome others call it rosé winethe camels have 999 names for it
bag of buttons half of them spilledon the sidewalk
enough tobutton a wholelot of lips
(who let the dogs into the chili pot?) for Pansy Maurer-Alvarez
& on another maybe brighternote. no banks except bythe river. beaches would bemore functional for ourpurposes. secret though theymay be. maybe someseriously strong coffee. 4cups a day have recentlybeen said to prevent & maybe even treat depressionin humans. as for dogs thething to do is to keep themout of the pot & just letthem be four-legged
37 cases of denguefever reported inmadeira those mosquitosdo travel learningportugese en route finding that tooeasy some of themleave for serbia
(signs of london) with lines from Amy De’Ath
no pedestrians or other animals ‘twas a good year for dresses do not enter train when doors are closed take couragelife is to blame for everything i let the thames write itself & let you be fame’s pervert prohibited streetno itinerant ice cream sales i’m strongly contemplating it don’t buy the sun italian fish & chipsperfectly good services on all other lines
tripping over the wordssaying they’re a ballyou’re not invited tokick off like a shoeone size too big
to tip the iceberg &send it back into outerspace to plan a new golfcourse where sheep maygraze your green eyes
with a waterfall at home
there’s no need toworry about drought
still the first killis the sleepiest
& when you leastexpect it he returns
(just because)
never even considered wandering off wondering how
forgive him for being all things a man’s expected to be
never again against the grain for personal gain
forget this
*
no i’m not your academy
justice would be nice
no he didn’t listen this time either
peace can only come with basic justice
dewdrops deadheads off at another bedside table depicting thechanging distributionof wealth in ahandful ofheavily industrializedcountries
(occasionally) for Carol Watts
on some occasion they did indeed eat a vegetableby mistake they swear. &they’re damned if theycan remember when orwhat kind. it might havebeen red & someone orother at the table mayhave claimed it’s reallya fruit. cake was goodthough if their memoryserves them a properwhiskey steak
sunday 6.15 a mstampeding bus (ordriver) about 5 minutes latersame bus stopblack bmw at very highspeed another few minutes laterman on moped takes long detourto ask someone for acigarette what’s up with peoplethis morning?
wishful drinkingorgans without bodily harmredress that naked chinese doglifting elevators over bright futuresdo you really?
progressive glasses reflect musiciansorganic ballpoint pensever the eastern hillstaken a back & back uprevolution (sorry, me dreaming again)you really do
done dusting shelvesaway ye pirates allyes
(untalented martyrs)
there are 9 ways to sunday
go find them if you have the time
timing is all in comedy
watching nothing on the tv
sun streaming in through the blinds
a law drives off
one japanese carmay hide 2 othersonly if they arereally small
one hide may reveal another &then maybe another you i didn’t
hear about before
& one hiding mostcertainly hides another
(after subcomandante marcos)
power is a drag
the districto federal is a drag
the mexican army is a drag
the zapatistas are rather more fun
if coffeeis theanswer
whatis thequestion?
who’s that nut?
who’s doing that reel?
who’s growing out after growing up?
who’s that girl not played by madonna?
who’s that sitting on barcelona?
who’s going after the powers that be?
who’s just after being the powers that be?
who’s just after?
who’s that posing as me?
The Red Ceilings PressMMXIII [rcp 55]
www.theredceilingspress.co.uk www.redceilings.blogspot.com/
Lars PalmLives with his lovely wife Petra, currently in Malmö. he’s the author of three books; road song for (corrupt press, 2011), chaos on/chaos off (obvious epiphanies press, 2012) & means (The Knives, Forks and Spoons Press, forthcoming) as well as some chapbooks in print & online, most recently mulhouse (greying ghost pamphlet #39, 2012). he has held a few odd jobs in a few places, including Stockholm, Dublin & Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, is trained as an actor/playwright, organic producer & assistant nurse & has a slow career as a model. He blogs at mischievoice.
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