my cv is waterproof

i’ve tried something different with the recording of the poem…hope you enjoy..

hands in trouser pockets,
khaki and pink panther polo
no horse, i walk
on small town idyll with
a sunset squished
between my headphones,

charlie parker going
mad and you,
huddled up like lovers
on the front lid of you car,

polish life from coal black
varnish, lunatic antiseptic
without a party, fireworks,
mad man’s thunder dance
on empty streets,

inside your lawn gnome
paradise lurks desperation,
see it dangling on your
rear view mirror right beside
the skull, forwarding life

next what/What’s next and How
you gonna saturate/eliminate
the scratches
on these shining lacquer spots,

we’re flawless,
flowery jawless &
scents of clean slate washing
cling, expecting, reacting like
tie dyed penetration threads

to us, bad luck /tant pis ‘cos we
sing loudly, off-key, insanely
comically bizzare – ya know

i have no use for polished
cars and shining armors

but take my slinghot
to the rainless forests and
labyrinths of
brass-fed blues hue clous,
emptying all my pockets, shaking

charlie off my ears, feeding the
last crumbs of the sunset
to the birds and swim
the next lake naked

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