from South of Suburbia
Her acceleration was amazing
From ladette to loony in 5.0 secs!
Where's that pause button?
Well, I got a frosty reception
When I announced the Ghoul of Cool.
Lots of funny stuff, girls, gadgets and games,
All the fun of the fair,
Get off my toe you idiot!
This turn of events was very worrying,
They were the last good guys left in town,
I was down on my luck and so was she,
We just clicked (geddit?).
Don't try to explain,
Just look at the scenery, play dumb
And thank your lucky stars.
THINKING ABOUT SURFACING
Flouncing about the bedroom
In baroque petticoat breeches
And little else
She played the fool
She played the game
Strange subliminal messages
From here in the suburbs
Long time ago under water
Abnormal floods was the caption
Under that old photo
I found in the album
She flopped out on the bed
Stared at the ceiling
Drifted into a trance
Lost in low cloud
Musical voices outside
She could play the fool
She could play their game
As for myself
From behind the curtain
Miss Lovely Legs
Sometimes she wore
Bom chucka wah wah
Super funk doghouse
Bored and local fast set
Cool cat swingers
Wet T-shirts and bizarre videos
She was no fool
This was no game
Make the magic happen.
BEAUTY IS FREEDOM
Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?
- W B Yeats, The Rose of the World, 1893
The light of the crescent moon
The lace pattern of bare branches
The path of the planets
The crystal face of destiny
Your true self, your grey eyes
Perhaps laughter from the next room
Or, even, the sound of a single note.
All these can create new space
Where the essential beauty of freedom
Can be found.
See, beyond the night sky
The quietly trembling wavelength
There, a whiplash line is carved
Across black stone cliffs,
But vision can be real
In the quavering light of the crescent moon,
In the silhouette of tangled branches
Against the sunrise, crimson splash in the void.
SEXY SOLITAIRE (I WANT TO BE ALONE)
Slobbering over my ravine plunge cleavage,
He lunged at me with tears in his eyes,
And fell to the floor in abject submission.
Yes, it was the big squirm,
Another day, another chance encounter,
Not exactly the must-see of the week.
The search is on,
Not for Mr Right or Mr Wrong,
But for a way to be alone,
Alone - for once in my wasted life.
At least he was wearing
A smarter class of clobber
But even that could not save him
- Stupid bastard.
THE SCAVENGER'S DAUGHTER
These strange shadows
Remind me of you.
From the pyramids of Mars
To the boutiques of Venus
She's your wet dream death wish
She's Lilith Fire,
The Scavenger's Daughter
Backed by skronking saxophones
And burlesque filth divine.
A gender clash classic
Desperately weird -
To be continued...
News just in!
Lilith's out there with the fairies
Strutting around in high heels
A real hero of Britishness
A sign of the times,
But what's the big question?
Beware unexpected waves.
There are too many distant worlds
Too many facts behind facts,
Too many displaced and desperate punters,
Far too much electronic fog,
I thought you'd never ask.
STONE HEART SLEEPWALKER
This life is a conspiracy of the stupid.
My stone heart sleepwalker paced the paving
On the terrace where the moonlight gleamed
A strange acid queen radium ambience, and
Above, scrappy clouds, flags of a defeated army,
Trailed across the deep, dark sky of night.
Her white, semi-transparent robe clung to her legs,
Her thighs were a turbo-charged invitation,
Her hair, full of plats and seriously weird,
Draped across her shoulders, a ruffled raven.
This is my world, not your world,
Like it or not, this is not where you belong.
Leave me with her catatonic stare.
Leave me forever - you cannot be The One.
© A.C. Evans