BlankDream sake quango,
chewing on the spangle
changing the angle - differentia,
area.
A new spread - fed
a new bed instead.
Shed the fears,
extricate the fears
chewing on the spangle
bubble - psyche.
Bubble psyche
psyche, soul.
Bubble psyche.
likely turn around,
likely turn around.

turn away - turn away yesterday,
non day-
non day.
No say, no word - absurd
chewing on the spangle
tastes sweet - straight beat
Instant,
no hit - no shit.
Instant relief,
instant belief
sheaf/belief/sheaf/thief
among hazy tucked years
avoid valid now,
now fears
devoid is the centre,
the bitter - sweet
centre/bitter
chewing on the spangle
the crux of angle
is pushed aside - inside deeper than,
love + above, love
bellow is your sinking
below you are sinking
with too much thinking
myth creating - myrth - gift lies
now everyone's a spy - a spy I spy
caught in your spangle
chewed,
crunched,
spat out - out
out.
The spangle out!
devoid is the centre.


Horses.
Gone,
symbol of a bygone age
history suggests - we all suggest
that then, there was no cage
plenty of room to live,
nothing
trapping,
wrapping around us
like that grey stuff we call the road
wrapping it's concrete choker
around the coughing - world
If histheory/
a theory = memory
history is myth,
maybe the present
is as well.
Just another passing
moment
once experienced
it
flitters away
into the distance,
mixed/up with films
external dreams,
singular teller of things

Onward - forward they advanced
onslaught spread across,
earth
that Oval/ball we call - earth
a muddy place we call - world
witnessed something - a something
a happening,
something happening
dead/vent,
advent non happening
a shame,
this shameful/shameless event
And onkus beliefs
justified it all
Huxley cried,
indeed a lot did cry
Onward - forward they marched
well - not good,
we are told
And who are we to deny it?

Banners flew as swords flew
Slew,
drew crimson drips
cutting through innocent skin
crosses paraded,
bared their truth(truth)
The crusade gave free death - aid
impaled the meek with myrth
Onward - forward they advanced
books display it - yes say it
oo - all the layers of slayers crushing souls
eliminating cost
lost are the defines
real truth's
serial killers,
soul fillers - killers



As memories fade + wander back again
images loose the pain that living gives
dealing with existence
trying to discover essence
it lies outside/inside over,
around us

maybe we never had it,
just neurotics dealing with fear
but memories are our guidelines,
our connexion
to learning what is and what isn't
external space
it grows out there

memories fade and
wander back again
can we grow,
begin to learn/relearn
as worlds out there
blow up and expand?

Implode
while we assess our smallness
uncomfortably,
too often

Deus is myth,
a part of our lives
reality is perception,
as is unreality
do we really want more,
is it such a bore?

We deal with
consequence
and situation
modeling ourselves
on fickle ideals
age creates
retro/wisdom
can lie


please read this poem out in the streets as a performance & tape it or vide=
o it as you do it.

Then i will put it on furtherfield as a collaboration.

marc garrett - http://www.furtherfield.org