when i joined sifter’s union blissville chapter     things were on
the slide     much wailing from     between the barges     hotels &
saloons all pulling out     around then kingdom     of slang was much
disturbed by     the arrival of strangers     blindfolded men armed
to the teeth roamed     the capital’s streets     insentient modulator
operated upon a cautious     wait ‘n’ see policy     military firing range
keep out     was referred to     as otter cove     adjoining blue shallows
contaminated silt from the dockyard     choked it     put that in
your  troubadour song
        have sprung from the rotten
     wood of old ships     to receive this fried slice of     trauma raw
in the middle furthermore     much aggravated by these condiments &
excessive seasoning     am peering  electric through dark charcoal
orchard blossoms     all dressed for radar with   
gleeful precaution against    
toxic shadow lapse     only when all 6 trucks filled
with outback pass     may we turbo charge into
soup         the end of the last party i recall
     was heralded by
a series of
gorse fires





     in cloud basement you play hard ball & chicken     meanwhile
like crap through a goose i go     from cubicle to apartment 
stocked with unsettling details     montage of black ‘n’
white images follow     anonymous bric-a-brac mostly     as i
sit awkward awaiting noise & light     & watch with the sound
down     as you bumped up     to the lead     chase a phantom
stag beyond     the dark sizzling sun     all this in just the 1st 7
minutes     seeing the greatest     cars in the world destroyed    
doesn’t compare         at dreg rendezvous when    
     the big picture got small     on-screen graphics showed my pink
pixel heart     breaking in two     was time to gain the friendship of
strange men  as the custom prescribed something     to wash
the trail
     tech nerd block little pixel chap came saw me     we
bounced     the 1st 4 letters of his name     off against
the database         slap a network code on this &
     call it a multiplayer son but
they won’t engage your     if
you can’t beat it blue
print     these
angels are tired 





     watched through the strains of a fever     sunset-that-pulled-
-everything-down dvd bonus with     the bit where even
celestial county gets     2 feet of snow fragmented     sometimes
grating soundtrack i would     give it 3 stars     danger point though
remains my holiday fave         won’t shovel     the stock drift from
     my door     hip park vendor     i’ve already got     my hex
options sorted     in compensation for my damaged crop  a
tribunal awards     me the severed head of an animal     your
angst variations of all smoke no roast means i was willing to
remove     bad luck from my body & enter the arena alone         winter
     shall overlap into large parts of autumn spring     to a milk salmon
backdrop     gobbler will dream of being office thin     his
doctor prescribing horn buds to     be moved
to the center of the skull &     to only hunt
in the clouds & catch
a fly every
100 years         such low budget ape man
     parodies     i recall sitting at my table of     
scrapbooks  in     cameo bone yard with
the other retrospective chancers





     hometown castaway eyes leaking blue     high over gauze coast
bright cliff meadows with     a gutful     yes an unusual greenness
to that     place below where roads muddled through & i drew men
horses & other things i liked raised     a glass to knock-ups rip-offs     fed
upon thistles ‘n’ thorns got     
seduced by gangrene am still
waiting patiently for that     retrospective
nick name revision         want to go somewhere new?     yes     then put 2
     contact lenses in 1 eye none in the other     while i threaten you with
schism between content & form     since there’s a glitch in     the source
code     do you want this fix in hexameter or prose?     my fledging
attempt to avoid scorpion riddled holes while seeking 32 magic
coins in a frantic 20 minutes was subdued by jackdaw havoc     dazzled
snag novice with half-slope then jackdaw havoc     unremitting sequence of
all devoted until jackdaw havoc     when you gonna begin vague sugar?
after jackdaw havoc         sometimes the claw instead of the nail would
     have done spark marshal     that tight default     radiated some grace     
upon our brittle spectrum         hey billy it was great to meet you & see you
     desalt the herring i run a monthly series at liquid split called decay
night would you like to read? yes






[Billy Cancel has recently appeared in Blazevox, Other Rooms Press & Bombay Gin. His new body of work GAUZE COAST has just been published this Winter by Hidden House Press. Sound poems, visual shorts and other aberrations can be found at www.billycancelpoetry.com]

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