Chartreuse the handsome man sat at his desk sipping scotch with water. His nose, a dripping sagging feature bowed crookedly beneath sadly sloping eyebrows and a weak, rheumy eye. He was thinking, In alternative dimensions, the one we rarely work in, time, all places are one.Read More
Le soleil brille, la mere est calme et plat, c’est un jour claire et brillant Dans le ciel des nuages flottaient comme des cheveaux en courant.
Les bateaux de peche ascende et descende gentillement
Des cries entendus des oiseax, les fleurs qui fleurissent,
Les ballades, insensibles des insectes chantaient
Et moi, humaine, inondee par des pensees.
In a puddle of bedraggled fag ends, locked in the loo
Restructured, renovated and riven, mill pond pedestal
Wicker basket poured scorn, Indian techno nonsensical objectives and adjectives
Overuled bypass culture designated refract zone, sniffs Columbus’s ass
Jumped the gun, was working when should have been having fun,
Hitching to Dundee on a Friday, I couldn’t get up
I read for a while then set off from the previous night’s party
Bright sunny day I was grabbed by the idea to travel, to seek freedom
Collected my bicycle, said goodbye to my friend
All native instincts were rooted out, mankind in utopia where
There was no anger or hate, yet the state still kept
Banks and banks of plasma guns, just in case, they said,
We should be invaded from outer space.