URBAN TEXT

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urban blues mapped my suburban life
strut that street white boy
making the mojo newsbeat faster
in the burnt-out heart



city of takeaway indians sourced with additional dialogue
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text of bricked up windows and broken English
reads in a triple-tongueing over fiery abscess



as news read by winkers against the blankness of rainy cathodes
how my old beta-tested friends the black towers slide like clouds
all those girls sliding into black furry tunnels
nubiles with their mobiles


fighting the playdirt with papery marketing flutters
a software infection zapping the corridor of mysteries
lads just tie a mannequin round their heads
and addle addle through canyons of long junglist concrete

 

pumping the buttburst of their metallic wheeled tombs
their tires moaned of raw whores
explored this fun module for today's living in collapsed spaces
now I don't take any fat tubes of pus for an answer

the city has been installed for plug'n'play mode
ha ha for the the glitches
now continuum city has no end but the burning edge
onwards and outwards in a black snowburst



ad-busted leisure zones flash forward
every stretch of limo
pity the imploders and the ouija squeeegees
squish the machines through the glass ceiling

 

wonder boy how he makes a dollar just enough for the city
that neon amoeba
sleaze me, sleaze me , mellow baby
to reverse the spin on my molecules



slimming my old time-line
slam into your tremolo wavelength
don't quit your sinning for me
his teeth must have been numinous

gig gig those bytes yah
the streets corral multipedes of fast shoppers
don't forget to set your mandibles
to suck the gritty wind


an artist packaged to go
wants spare change
maybe the rich will die in smoke
scribes of the city co-wrote their sentences

in chopped lines of protein

 

© Paul Andrew Green