Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Rob Schackne #6 - Simply Trouble

Simply Trouble


                                        With your stomach pump
                                 And your hook-and-ladder dreams

                                    Neil Young, "Ambulance Blues"



I rocked up to the frame
I thought it was the fence

Give me a break next time
a little butter with the bread

Are there four million troops
shit, maybe, I don't think so

The barrier reef is a bed
the sandwich is my sleep

My arm is the baseball
that was caught in China

The mountain is sheep hides
on the cheap and elegant side

My horse is tomorrow
and the fences are imaginary

And the river is new mountains
and the old hill has run away

You can rock up anywhere you like
but you might want to avoid the street

The rooftop pigeons
DON'T SPEAK VERY LOUD



4 comments:

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    1. Ha. Pretty strange, mate, sure. But I hope no great portent, wild or actual. Cheers.

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  2. I'm trying to read this in a realist way which isn't working sensibly for me, but actually it doesn't matter in the least because the images are a fantastic mix of utopian/dystopian fears and desires in a globalised world economy. I love it!

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  3. Ha. Yes. This is most unrealistic, silly, mad, and just a bit strange. Perhaps a certain suspension of disbelief is required. But you're right, Efi. I did have on my mind what you said when I was writing it. Also aided by Neil Young's great old song on replay.

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