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What Happened to the "Lost City" of Edinburgh, the girls
that would do
"anything" for you, the "Mods" the gangs, the suits, " Jeagers"
window been
ram-raided every Thursday, "We'll see who's "Top Mod" ken!
Punters shagging aggressively, right in front of you! Andrenalin!,
Dexedrine, style !, all drowned in a "sea of Molasses!"
Bisiness as Usual, Bisiness as Usual, in Edinburgh or Swansea!
Or
Manchester, the Twisted wheel of the Moribund! Britains
Peculiar---
Britains Protection!
Forget the next Bit, Forget the Next Bit, the Bit in Between's
the Best Bit!
Don't put the Deaf Eye on ME! You pirates, that isn't the right
qhestion,---
your Sharp-Face! Mr Bromide!
The "SIZE 4" came down from the "a cradle town in the Northern
Hemisphere, the bottom -End of the Merkinch! Where all the
windows were
shining! Away we went down the old A9 in the Bedford Van, nine
hours
through snow with all our new shiny "Selmer" gear, all the way
to Victoria
Street to the "Beat Room".
The walls sweated, the Mods Mutated, the Motor City Mania
Pounded "Nowhere to Run
to Baby"pounded from the house speakers, Take some time Out for
Love "It's not Love
I,m running from, it's the Heartache Ya-know it's Done!
"Roatsee" the sharp-face had a travel-warrant,fae the jail; he
got on the bus in Perth, he
knew his troubles, know his life was a waste of time, knew he
was gonna get bombed on
DEX'eS, that night, yet he had his "Jaeger" suit at home and
that cocky optimism that
even coming of the pills on a Sunday or Monday, cos "Mods" could
work:; some had
jobs as clothes-shop administrators, through the week.
At dawn on the beach at Gullane he new his team would be up for
it again next week!
Situated next door to the "Beatroom" was No I India buildings, a
mysterious concept
from the days of the Empire, next door is No2, which is nowa
registrar, opposite was
Baden Powel House, the "Domino Club" where more Motown was
pounding from!
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The sharp-face took full advantage of the young beautifull Mod,
he was feeling her
wonderfull mustiness a pounding-in to her wonderfull creamy
pussy-thighs, after all he
was reaIGAMPY!, this was what we did, part of the deal of being
supercool.
Just as he climaxed and she squealed, he noticed a smudged-up
sign on the old granite!, it
read "WHOLESALE JAPANESE CHINA", in a lovely kaleidescope of
orange and Pink!
The high-class party-girl had lost her Virginity to the
Sharp-face Mod up against the
wholesale Japanese chinaand the world mutated into one, and the
seed of the TEST
TUBE EMPEROR was borne out of the necessity for retaining
Passion, Goodwill, Style ,
and Forgiveness, and the sweet memory ofa culture that was
kinder, and quite definitely,
more adventurous. Sweeter than Ever before or since in" Auld
Reekie!"!
part 2 !
Norma Bourne-Stuart, "fantasised" (as woman oftendo!) Demi
Moore, she
mused! bet she likes it Port AND Starboard!, as she-changed gear
and turned
her 3-speed "Raleigh" ---left into Armstrong street, , she gazed
at the 'clear morning sky ,
WOW isn,t life great! she admired the relevance of --"Bangalore
Buildings" wer,nt the Victorians great at building stuffi How
beautifull!
Norma liked explanations confirmation of Identity! the light in
her lineage!
It was,nt her faught she,d been left at the convent---«St.
Catherine,s)---in 1973, ---when
she was 7 seven her mother "Esther" could,nt handle the whole
deal of
motherhood, ---and had gone to America to tour with he boyfriend
who worked with a
funky-jazz outfit from Dundee called ---"Motherwind
phschicaddelic Fusion!"
Aftwer helding herself to a fine breakfast that morning of
organic porridge (with a
banana!) and Soy milk!---she tidied making sure to enjoy the
benefits! the
secrets!, of rugs, stiff cotton bedding and candles! being
brought- up in the
convent had made her ruthlessly tidy, she knew the benefits of
being "good to
herself1", in a Spartan,---Catholik! kinda-way!
Yetr their were things that needed explanations!
The Nuns had been been good to Norma, and helped her to get a
scholarships in Eastern
Phylosophy, Fine Art, --and Music!---at CAMBRIDGE!, she WAS!---
a gratefttll
person pulled by the Moon and Numerology,--she was a true
CANCERIAN, borne
on 13t11 July 1967!
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Norma had learnt Kindness, ---and surely ther greatest of female
sexy attributes QUIET_NESS!
Boyfriends coudnt last the pace her high-browed High-Bome
high-powered EROTOCISM! her demanding green ---piercing---eyes!
some swore they ? glowed in the dark!-= IDENTITY! She needed
explanations ! her True
GENES she found!
a "Sunday Telegraph artcle about these strange dark-haired
Melungeon
people, they had olive-skin, and had come from a weird tribe in
Portugal, like
EL VIS_and A V A ! , and could,nt get settled in the Carolina,s
in America when they
ewmigrated!
Rejoice in this NORMA_BOURNE_STUART! inthis MOTHRWIND!
Why OH Why had they called you the BONE_SHAKER she cycled faster
past
Bungalore to MONTPELEIR! her Raven locks this sparkling
chocolate GYPO--
her heart dancing with the information running through her
georgeous curvaceous countenance! her stunning numerical
observations many---
blindingly ACCURATE! how Accurate was her Karma To-day!
That bizarre past "She did,nt want to KNOW , except SHE_DID!
The STUART<S, had---had their own language, ---their OWN society
and story-
tellers !---up untill the British Militery? isation ofthe
"Empire!", a strange CANT_ofLaughing post-Pagan! Barra South
Uist! gadgee- VOWELS? ,
and "UNEMAGINABLE GAELIK NORMA "was" both Escvoteric and
SPIRITUAL everyone liked her!, and like many of the Stuarts was
up and of1 round the World on a WHIM!
This stuff had AL WAYS intriged HER!
Was it as IF? the Out of Control---BANSHEE was in charge and
telling her
SOMETHING so profound it was Mesmorising! the High-Borne---HI_BOURNE
Hi-Browed!---BONE_Shaker---Nora -Boume- Stuart! -in the name of
the KING!, the Melungeans the STUARTS! the
WHOLESALE JAPANESE CHINA
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A POEM!
Amanda Panini
You came UP to See Me
And You Plucked MY Pheasant
In Your Little WEE Pinie
Then Amanda Panini,
Called Daddie Battini
She Said,-“HOW did I get here?
In this Buitchenoch kitchen
On Wonderfull LEGS, this
Supreme Mustyness “I” know
And YOU,RE just MY new drug, of choice,
“I” suppose
So Stay QUIET,----- and SERENE,----we,ll-------
catch the------ Sunset----- HONEY!----
-- Monkee!
with------- “My!”--- LOONIE_GENIE?
Ruardhi buitchenoch-----nov-----2004 |
Scene
one In the emgine room of the new age of astral Funk on the
tremulous sea, sits Ivanosa purist, drunk out of his tits on
pochine. he's
singing "Milk the cosmick ocean, the immobile zone, from a
man to a childe, the Slow Emotion, You,lle never know till it
gets inside you" Ivanosa True Pan Aphrodite, and severe
Androgenist.
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