Fragments from The Blast
Decommel de colonel
Lionel longers vidimise allin
Fanky kiddo log dis
sturshine traydrums rusher hollow
promendalel commandante: All new psalms hath brokloose.
Lucie: purr, un pyre how tick-tock nikinetics
Stick unter bilk tape:
The desper measure:
A fool glills pig vine
Guacamoles vade in
six legs beneath
Kendle burfirs, ‘e said.
Indweek celejolly indeed
Bill and the whole fast testament
‘Elder relearn swotten fingits
Curse that whore in Zekistan!
Morning Rays on Munitions Camp
Everygun pictures his flavour,
Flour gore dung
Turin: The Hangover
Upsize Dine Kayak
a belch of missed cakes
Defectors sight eerierepair
Textol is use the tissues forest strain
wear erosion like a bag
go tell rare slurs to the idler
rewire earth for the user
ergo junk maze`
drove crews to independent grope
Trees took cover, insurance on the
Fire. The Ralph above Milady’s head.
Food for the kinder, litter fort cat.
How shelf, how shellfish, all these fags make me feel.
I only want to shave my country. I’m not being a
Policy, in my Panda, chewing bamboo and bulling small
Kids smoking on stout cornets.
And I don’t thrush those fame-retarded suits anyhow.
You can trust a tank.
Keep your flesh in it, some little castles and grovel.
At night I slept terror, by the light of the moog,
Then trumpets fielded bravery, the charms
Of morning drill.
‘Fa fa fa fa fa, fa fa fa fa,’ she peaks, ‘Lalalalalahhhhhh, bam-ba-damn, we’re cumin for your Borders.’
Veterans out in their wheelchairs
Raise the flags
(set sail again)
And early the same morning, manipulators set to work. From the lowest ranks, knife-and-fork bullies, to the full-fat cheeses at the top, struggling under their silverware, all is image reduction and processing, damage limitation.
But imagine someone different from the upright private. The city man, horn-rimmed spectacles, the designer of recruitment. Part of the budget has to go on all the marketing of the whole war equation. Literature filled with golden amber sunsets over ocean-bound aircraft carriers, of gorgeous jungles, videos of terrain, computer simulation.
I promote the yellow sun
I promote the yellow fire
I respect the jungle hot
I torch the leaves from the sky
I endorse the desert sand
I envy the desert man
Spreading his limbs across the borders
We bring true multi-tasking
I spread the gospel of peace
I spread pieces of the gospel
Broken down and torn, easily digestible
Nourishment, old pornography, vintage weapons catalogues and the old scar comparisons pass and hour or two onboard. Hum his helicopter mantra.
Sam B Gill