rumours of take-overs mergers offers shadow the corridors
paper-work slaps your desk the words 'good faith' reverberate
through the two page disclaimer
some sort of sick joke remember that old TV show
you get the money I get the paper bag
hollow bones
empty deals carve emptier words
out of Autumn air men, coal blackened, hollowed out drift around Lawless
ghostly girls pale blue dresses linger by rusted out cars, bonnets up
windows down laughter that's all you can
make out laughter
the sky
might be amethyst bring it on
the new car caviar four star daydream
clouds turn a darker shade of violet, brooding
stars writhe around tensely, like little fish
somebody flounders, finds it hard
to breathe breathe-in-out-in-out
pass me my puffer
ghostly hollow
bones men fire off paperwork
stopwastingtimespacelegalfees no more sick jokes
not in the mood really not in the mood
bones laugh men dance time kisses
slaps runs away
five little figures and a blue circle flee
from a lawyer's notebook stars fit and
tremble nobody comes up for air wigs and robes wheeze
in the courthouse darkness drifts
around
slappin' time
running away
coming undone
is this your idea of fun
Sounds like a nightmare!
ReplyDeleteYeah it does, doesn't it Stuart? But hey Lawless is great at generating surprises and the fucked-things-twisting-round again! :)
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ReplyDeleteDear Kristen, I love this. And particularly
how it goes off the rails, so to speak.
Catches and rights itself, the lawless way.
Thanks Rob - off the rails & then back on them - as you say in the lawless way :)
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