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A multi-part somewhat improvised poem.

Your next move

1.

I will shift my leg to bear my weight,
Scratch my nose, and tilt my head.
By shop windows I will
Pause,
tired and alive,
Hoping to buy my freedom,

In the trees, insomniac birds sing.
In the future, I will wear an automatic grin.
I will wear a robotic hat and rocket boots.
Turn me loose, turn me loose, turn me loose.

2.

‘Tie me down’ you said as you sat on the bed,
Wearing the human skin I bought you as a twentieth birthday present,
Wearing it in.
I refused, but in the morning, as
The egg yolk sun burnt brightly in the mist,
With the yellow sky dawning
And tiger-cats roaring,
I couldn’t find an excuse to use
And neither could you.

Each pneumatic cough
And muscular twitch
Serves to scratch
An unconscious itch
And sketches out a future
In blood and moving skin.

Tie me down, tie me down,
Lest I hear an ungoverned sound.

3.

In the train station,
One of Earth’s old men
Is missing a leg.

‘You’re crying in public again’
She says, turning her head away.

I weep for the missing leg,
And for nothing else.

4.

Grinding axles muscles spin
Whirling under skin
Tight rub red blood raw
Rubber-booted scoundrel cells
Pull their weight
Pull church bells
In your abdomen again
And you coldly lurch
Against a wet wall when you recall
The night before.

And everyone you’ve met has changed you
With a flick of their head or their wrist.
And you turn your head again in the blind
alley to hear the crash of demon hooves as you lie
In the gutter pondering your next move.
#2
Oooo I like this, I think if you trimmed a bit of fat and played with the structure a little it would work well as song lyrics, a Thom Yorkesque gem. I like this a lot.
#3
Quote by Awesomewhere
Oooo I like this, I think if you trimmed a bit of fat and played with the structure a little it would work well as song lyrics, a Thom Yorkesque gem. I like this a lot.


Very kind of you. I've actually got into radiohead recently, I've been trying to use cut up techniques a bit too (: