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Seven Beans (extended)
06:00
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I’m tied,
(to) night drives.
Thoughtathon,
Archives.
This one’s for Baba Budan,
7 beans, through Hindustan.
And this one for Anna Marie,
Pompidou the The Uffizi.
People mix and people move,
And others simple disapprove.
But how will your masters discipline you,
When we dance beyond their field of view.
Home time,
Is futile.
Optionless,
Lifestyle.
When you get
To customs checks,
Holding hands
Hold your breath.
How do we
ignore the deaths?
How are we
so bereft,
Of empathy
for those that flee?
We Arm our borders heavily!
But Hows will our children
ratify us,
With excuses so superfluous?
I’m tied,
(to) night drives.
Thoughtathon,
Archives.
Home time,
Is futile.
Optionless,
Lifestyle.
I pulled the van,
Onto the sand,
Just beyond the Rio Grand.
Officers with boots and guns,
Put their lights on everyone.
It’s just a taste of what is faced,
By those who march,
By those displaced,
How will your history eulogise you?
Fences, borders, walls all deja vu.
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Cabin crew prepare to land.
Customers prepare to stand.
Beckett writes in Roussillon.
Facebook, Twitter, Amazon.
I lost my pen, my pencils’s, where’d they go?
I reminisce. How the fuck am I even writing this?
We could talk, we could sit.
People watch for counterfeits.
Saracens at Roman walls.
Moorish raids on Shopping Malls.
Take it all, take it all.
Release us from Cholesterol.
But by god leave our ethanol.
Serenade!
Right back up the Sauerkraut came.
Onto my shoes behind the museum.
And just as Jan predicted it comes as no shocker,
Wine: the ultimate mocker.
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Get stoic and stand upstage-centre-right.
Little Imber's Belfast jams and Kreuzberg's doomed tonight.
One more time they dance along,
But the second chorus, it last too long,
I was watching "Wake in Fright"
When I decided I was lost.
Misappropriation was the cost.
We spotted a hearse in the carwash queue.
I was staring at the number plate the driver came into view.
Holy hell, I think it's him - the guy from last night drunk as sin.
And he's suffering, suffering.
The shepherd sheers his sheep and one gets lost.
Spiritual hangover was the cost.
Robert Johnson strums away, resolute on New Years Days.
Misappropriation was the cost.
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Greenwashing my own life story and guitar tone.
Soundcheck’s at 5.02, I say fuck it – that’ll do.
Scroll hole history, our buying habit mystery.
Collectively we trod this path.
Now in Vino Veritas.
Jon Lewis Christmas ad,
In Festive knitwear they were clad.
They came to rid the world of this plight,
Twitters latest Jacobite.
James Cook and Abel Tasman,
Zooming in and out on Google Earth,
Self-photographs on your phone un-used,
The ones you post dictate your worth.
Jan Steen paints at home,
Apple Macs and metronomes,
Cake news, Korean Tea, future-shocked reality.
Oh bestow to us,
a somewhere where these lights wont fuss.
Locus amoenus now –
If you hate that website shut it down!
And every day I’m stuck with it,
I try my best to tackle something.
Why does the information come to me like servitude?
I want notes or anecdotes ungoogleable for good.
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