from Telegraphic Transcriptions

 

by Stephen Emmerson

 

 

 

 

                              got boy good

                                                    any weapons yet

 

                                I a a hlw ma a a dspt t re in m gd or une

 

it feels like this because they said WHAT

                        

                                                               turnt teli off will ya

 

                          shut fuck up & C

                                  atmosphere is wrong phone numbers

 

                                                                         not quite immoral,

 

                                                                      grieve, grope for  it,

 

 

wasnt this originally published in the 80s?

                                                     First line straight out of KAYES

 

                                                                   sequence paedo fist

 

                                                                    connect 4  counters

 

 

 

                                                                           now accepted

 

                                                                      soft skin

 

but kind as what end is or

is it? Is end is plug kind as what

soap confess pilfer

 

                             and end cage second

                              is practice out of

                                   touch

 

with minute scalpel      idle     no

 

           guilt that one      folic acid deficient

 

 

 

find icon  duck

 

     favicon  switch

 

 

                   shut sky door

 

 

SLOWER

 

shattered once multiplied footprint

 

crime scene where chip shop Janet has cum filled

                                                                                death hole

 

 

 

                              it happens this way

 

                                      in the “MOVIES”

 

    chemical channels blocked. transmissions not permitted on

any frequency. cellular destruction, protein breakdown. LED activated

mercury vapour. my clicking ghost afterburner. report that in clean

conscience. files uploaded onto national database. Hearts on stale

                                                                        bread remain vacant.

 

 

9DcAU WARNING: Failed to change download properties

 

 

exchange irrelevant telephone. dead sailor airwaves Atlantic crossing.

breakdown into intoxicant bombardment. mediatic blitz-mirror severing

chords. produce your documents. hand over your papers.

 

 

The faces you told to be hot coals.

      Not linger in up basalt. But it lights on

  water (press-played)  as relegated symptoms.

Why walk. Win when you can sit. Solid as

 asking. A buttercup in your throat.  Where

   we go is all bacteria. Backsliding on an hours

      length of hair. Exodus of all the maps. Chronology

          less implicit than war. Skirts aimless on a matchstick

               pier.

 

                          Terminal cross hatchings are almost that

memory. A shard of what’s been eaten.

 

 

 

 

              separation of first and last name. punch

     yourself into 3rd person.  take your cross-hairs

and blame the chameleons. it is broken in so

    many ways.  advance. no more books. the pages

  are trapped. they are nerves squatting on rusty parasols.

 

 

re-go to hypnotics.

 

                          benzodiazepine fruit loop.

 

 

                         transient insomnia may occur if micro sift through

 

                  filthy tubas

 

 

                                                              hi-jinks t-shirts MAOI.

 

 

 

                                                       but Sally Anne Fee doesn’t

           want to have your children.

 

 

                                   Nitrazepam. 5 mg.

 

 

 

losing away fall parasites

 

                       empty twin

 

 

 

                                          evasion severance

 

                                           crystal goat magnetism

 

 

 

 

sweet breads

blinking tingle

 

 

                        chrome levers numb

                        as the minds interior

 

 

it wernt me that were

tryne to run you over

 

 

                                   pressure to succeed

                                   under pressure

 

 

 

anti freeze moment feats of haemoglobin,

star-church fire in inlays. north. face it backslashed

to inevitable heights not crossed out of fiction. Just.

Yet. Just. Yet. Haloparadol super 8 squiggle. Floaters.

Eyes cauterised hock shop after intermittent phrases.

Perpendicular enamel of ghost door out of clean

hindsight, flummoxed and early dazed.  arraigned king

of white soup, sweet meat embezzled un der cardy.

Malt, Dexedrine, and weevils.

 

 

 

 

Now scoop up

your shit and

fuck off. All

glittering like

cody spare

change enigma

balls in the dark.

taken more

than the

recommended

dosage. Induce

vomit tickle display

team and counting.

tea bag morning

tannin cloud erased

by corduroy mistake

pants. red raw leaking

thrush glimmer.

 

 

 

from now on refer to him as Diane. Newspapers

are now called Carlos Putty at room temperature.

Bucks fizz is known as auto-asphyxiation template.

                                              re-brand pharmacies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stephen Emmerson lives in the North of England and has appeared in Jacket, Great Works, Cake, Poetry Salzburg Review, nthposition, FREAKLUNG, SPINE, Half Circle and The Red Ceilings.  He is the author of X (Arthur Shilling Press, 2009), Chimera (Erbacce, 2010), Attack of the Gas Powered Angels (KF&S, 2010) and Poems Found At the Scene of a Murder (ZimZalla, 2010).  No Ideas But In Things, with Chris Stephenson, is coming soon from Arthur Shilling Press.