Beamer (new poem)
Beamer
I realise the poetry link on my main site is a big ole dead end but once of these days I'll get around to putting some work up. As I have no software, this means an exciting combo of trying to recall the Intro To HTML course I did like a year ago and manipulating images on the sly while at work. Would also love to get up some of the recordings I have, from the The Knife Thrower's Apprentice zine launch and from the National Radio When Push Comes To Love collection. But that would involve having the mad skillz, which i sadly lack.
Brooke's dealer drives
a silver beamer
but his face
cracks open
into one of those
little kid smiles
you see him
in gumboots
kicking up puddles
using tin foil
to wrap his lunch
those deft fingers
the same silly laugh
I realise the poetry link on my main site is a big ole dead end but once of these days I'll get around to putting some work up. As I have no software, this means an exciting combo of trying to recall the Intro To HTML course I did like a year ago and manipulating images on the sly while at work. Would also love to get up some of the recordings I have, from the The Knife Thrower's Apprentice zine launch and from the National Radio When Push Comes To Love collection. But that would involve having the mad skillz, which i sadly lack.
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posted by Bel | 3:29 PM
6 Comments:
That's it! We're getting you a CMS. This will solve all of your problems, including those unrelated to computers.
Seriously, though, let's *acutally* sort this out. No more excuses!
Speaking of BMWs, yesterday we identified a guy who is probably the world's biggest wanker. Stops in the middle of the road to yell at a woman who apparently "stole" his parking spot even though he was on the wrong side of the street. Then just idles there yelling at her whilst cars queue up behind him (but of course thinkng that his ugly expensive Beamer means that he rules the world so can do whatever he likes). Finally one goes to pass round the inside but just then he finally moves and almost takes the guy out. He then turns his car round and stops with his hazard lights on completely blocking an entire lane of traffic whilst he waits for another park, effectively rendering a busy inner-city London street into a one-laner with two-lane traffic. We were like "what's the bet he's wearing a blazer with a casual shirt on underneath, jeans, and expensive trainers." Finally a park opens up, he aggressively pulls in, gets out, and proves himself to be dressed exactly as we predicted.
That's all.
:D
...psst...anyone else here have no idea what Sam is on about? what's the chances that if I avoid eye contact and throw money at him he'll just do it and stop scaring me with nerd words..? ok...we'll try that..
And "chick who usually" AKA Lou - you sooo posted a prose poem of your own right there! bahah! that guy sounds like an arrogant fool. Why do i feel the need to date him?
Well he was of inappropriate age, so in theory you could date him, but I think that in reality you do have age standards and that his grey (shoulder-length, thick, probably-spent-an-hour-in-front-of-the-mirror-with-product)(the layers of product causing him to be one of those people who is too scared to touch their hair or have it in any way touched by anybody or anything however occasionally reaches up in a subconscious gesture to smooth it down) hair might have put you off.
Gosh, that age joke was a bit mean wasn't it? Sorry about that. But I have to keep it in for the subsequent mocking of the guy and his hair.
But for the record - Ms Tuesday's Child does NOT have any issues with age innappropriateness. Anymore.
oh well THANK GOD we cleared that up!! sheesh Lou :P And i have learnt my lesson(s) - through background/ID checks from here on in...!
I'm not seeing any of this so-called money, yet.
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