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I COULD CONQUER THE WORLD
on frinite, fantasy night,
frenzied neon, dissipayback night,
hot off the camel's back night

pump up those bassbins
war of the wheels night
frinite aquiverin
like a jelly

roaring brass night, siren night,
shifting sands, galactic starfall night,
intimate whispered chillout night,
helpline information night,
                                   please call -

red-orange road rage,
sweating like a Trojan,
grand opera demon dog,
                  rancid vampire goats straddling
killer virgins from hell
friday night is voodoo night
frinite we all fall out
frinite frinite
remember I was coal gas.
giant beasts on the fringe of the ice,
frinite, “rock-eating, subsurface,
litho-anthro-tropic microbial
eco seismic frinite”

the biology of need, frinite
mirror boys pick pimple fruit,
big bath night, big shower night,
big aero night, huge bellied
Antonov 124 night

                     full
chillum power, nod you out
ten thousand galaxies,
white gushers triggered
by a neutron star

I lost the flight plan
that night       stood up
for a date night
painful new shoes night

IVE GOT MY BLACK PLANES UP,
friday night, werewolf hazard
watch those perimeters, parameters,
crab claws of heat
melting sand to glass, frinite

grab a piece of the action,
phone runabout, frinite,
red shift, white lines
lift on saddlebar
without no lights,

jet across the pond,
friday night, cocky young punk
friday night, slinky blonde bitch,
friday night

speed stills in the hills,
the iceman cometh, frinite,
cool nasal channels, tamp up
friday night

I’M GOING TO CRASH
LIKE A PHARAOH nite,
word plasma, friday night,
the backward future, reverse destiny,
infinity, frinite

the dinosaurs at the nuclear trashcan,
squashed brolly, chip butty night,
rain, take your pick night, take
the weight off your feet, those
pager imperatives, that jagged line,
paranoid anxieties, its
decision time, friday night

It all builds up to here
souls reaching out
to each other
                      to the other
                      to the ether
hugging in an alley
under a cold sliver moon
                      turning, turning
in the windy honk of
Dexter’s riffing
grinding tight together, hot car
fibrillating lace mantilla orgasms

metal girders of the station
canopy hiss rain in
the green light            you are
slithery & wet under your coat
in the dark carriage

baggy pants night, jeans tight
sweaty bodies together night
whisper its all gone quiet,
ectoplasmic reaching, chemicals
of desire, pwcas
hissing from blackthorn, livid lips,
undreamed of lusts, scrotum vectors
friday night

the succubi are creamy white
descending into dark, the
smile inside the tiger,
sweet tunnel of light,
frinite is cranking up for
yet one more raid on the inarticulate

Old Eliot’s hand
on the deadman’s handle
as the metal worm shrieks
down into the blind clay,
roars under villas precariously
perched on the edge of the money

& the wasp said
I’ll bring you off
Cloud 9
with a sting of mine

ancient wheelman fights the
sepia bursts of time
crabbing around the pearly gates

lavender light down a spiral
studded with starfields
cameras hooked to virus grids
tearing time apart at the seams
like a rotten undervest

It’ll be
a fine night tonight,
brilliant night, stars
in my hair night,
gorgeous night, comet night,
going to lift
the roofbeams night

moon move through the
branches night, soft
petals drift in the breeze, moths
stumble in the twilight, tropic night,
Cadillac beats the light, girls
touch their lips night

LET BE
the isolate, unsure child, vandal,
screaming impure innocent,
stronger than his own charms,
reckless, without intent,
careless of malice

feathered soul husks across
cold building site
spread petals of the wrecking yard, frinite
rust glowing on a tanker’s side faraway,
a waveslap in tidal creeks
an hour later

FRIDAY’S A DAY AS’LL
HAVE HIS TRICK, THE
FAIREST OR FOULEST
DAY OF THE WEEK

the old lamplighter, on his rounds

ITS FRIDAY NIGHT COLD & CLEAR
ITS FRIDAY NIGHT COLD & CLEAR

dirty black thunder
                               of spyplane takeoff
                                                               rips the sky

well SLOWWW         it down

said the Engineer

after all this IS

Friday night

the vinegar fly
walks the wall of death
ultrasonic wingmesh
spyplane floatin
hundred mile high
spread below
the brown continent
dotted wi nuke
plants launch pads
mile high
smoke stacks

tell you
this place
make me feel
SPOOKEY

snare beat sharp
as broken glass
rim shot like
a striking snake

I was a slave to rave, the
lord lieutenant, friday night,
the masonic order
cracklin frinite is where I live
radio wooden radio bring me
Thelonious Sphere Monk

cybernymph, rasta punk, get laid,
frinite, get yer ashes hauled,
dreadnaught bass       frinite

my soul shines in the megamaser
gas cloud, deep hell of Venus,
the burning issues of the day,
the night, the
Halloween gate of spirits night
saints E’d up & wailing night
bobbing for apples
& fishing for silver

rich chokky cake night
hash cookie night
starry night, supernatural night
frinite, stay awake night, gaze
at the moon night

Tee Vee is a cormorant, frinite,
punch in the brass, red dust spots
on my sports job parked in an English
country carpark

the messages from God are getting
darker, frinite
                       the weekend guests
from hell arrive frinite
when you see them smiling
with their teeth you know
they really mean it

inspect the spectrum,
friday night, not always
a delight night, industrial strength
friday night,
deep down deep house
take that bass & bury it
shuddering the decks
out of your skin grins.
do the nitro, an ecstatic
fine frenzy, take that
dark mass & ground it, frinite

embedded in someones dream
the locked dog barks alone

a radio fool, high on the mix,
guitar talk to me, edge of the
envelope, friday night,
talk me back down, old buddy,
chill me down friday night

taxman, vatman, scrub jungle,
frinite, deadly snakes & candiru,
watch your nuts & watch your
bolts, frinite

                just one more
chalice to the divine PTAH
I may be a sunken wreck but I’m still
bubbling up from under

& the diesel does not let up
ploughing the white line,
a dark plume at 56 mph
in a steady crosswind
that blows the airsock out straight
on the viaduct

suck ink, frinite,
foot down in the hammer lane
th Iron Age invader
the Aryan crusader
we got good grifa
got ma ticket
in ma pockit
gonna rock it
frinite

but who keeps the store, frinite,
who keeps the score?

flashgut hooch, frinite, gave
the buddha some stick, a bong
of Nepali temple balls frinite,
Tyson punch cider, gasoline rhythms,
impeccable velvet, clubbing night,
cirrus ice in alcopop, my
lucozade, my cherry bomb

big lamplit
carkiss night
big carseat
grope night
big drunken

white line in the
middle of the road night
disappointed
spewing in the dawn night,

big beatnight, big beatnight,
the centre of friday night
                rewind night
                rewind night
                rewind . . .