bitt er blocking

jangleboned beside crowds
a-part of me
hippedy-hop don’t stop running jiggling through them
smallhanded, jumping jumping

my tacky tactic sulk
                            sinks in sunshine and a note-tumble
(plastic cupof beer) they wrap me in their -hopsy- smiles

on sunday when I swam the bay: chalk cobbles shining
                                                          whitey-grey blotches on my blacksuit swimsuit

                                                           then              then the traducement of                      (where the bloody hell were you?)                   last thursday sank,


                                                                                                                plop  .  .

towelbound with saltwater coffee and yay-mummy hugs
it didn’tmatter

it doesn’t matter now with the beat of the swing band
the beat of my tear-gland unmanned.


~ by Beeskiffle on October 18, 2007.

3 Responses to “bitt er blocking”

  1. This does hippedy-hop. It’s wonderful!

  2. Thinking doesn’t actually happen in nice sentences like this, actual thinking happens much more like one of your poems. They are closer to actual mind events and therein rests their rereadability, evocativeness, mindsticking quality. The words are washed on waves of thought. Brilliant.

  3. I like yay-mummy hugs… sometimes I forget how much. xxx

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