Davey Dreamnation

City of sadness engines and wet kindling. The tell-tale signs of tampered seals, broken message sticks and gravity defeated. Neon diodes for restless leaves. Coming to the end of a demolished line, and realising that you’ve left your instruments at the coup. Riots raining down like spent cartridges, with no way of telling who’s abused, [...]

soul cracked on a mountain sheet
soju warms me with glacial heat
mind snared on a toothless high
soju shoots me up into the sky
body wrapped around a sharp pin
soju heals me like rain on tin
fingers burnt by a solar flare
soju sooths me like bomb scares
eyes dimmed by the wet eclipse
soju numbs my vision & my lips
heart broken [...]

The ajumma comes to the end of her story - the slicing of a giant onion into irregular chunks - and looks up at me as if I am about to leave. The truth is, I just sat down. She tosses the white stories into a pink plastic tub and picks up a second tale. [...]

loading sheherezade into a humvee
for her next press briefing bricks &
shattered glass at her feet we stop
off at the px for space food sticks
this has been going on now for more
than a thousand days all the quaint
denials deferrals & cryptic demands
wrapped up in one tress of her hair
in this green zone we talk of many
things [...]

there’s another country buried here
in the ground under all this snow -
i can see it in the rice field rows
how the white flakes make them look
like the flat plane of hanok rooves
& as if some long-departed designer
(maybe even king sejong) had seen it
just this way & thought (in all of
this order i smell yin & [...]

DNRC054 | LP FLEXIDISC | 2005 | DELETED
Having deluded the world with “Does”, their oddball take on cold sore remedies and therapuetic alternatives to heroin, The Hippocratic Oats upped the proverbial by tranforming their line-up from a male duo to a female quartet on this stunning, though chilling. debut flexidisc. Outlining some of the worst [...]

It’s the sound of a whipcrack,
(whiplash on the windswept road
It’s the sound of reed engines
(engine reels & carburettors
It’s the sound of a small purr
(purrpure lubricants that whirr
It’s the sound of exploded cans
(canplode diode transmissions
It’s the sound of pine whispers
(pinepanic at the smell of snow
It’s the sound of radio burning
(radiospherical planetoid buzz
It’s the sound of dim [...]

you better run, squirrel …
destinations detonate like
the coyote on acme or speed
my runners wear thin again
- it’s time to go back to
the tourist (iii) troubles
i’ve seen em (stacked them
high lived them low better
clear out of this saloon &
hope a time machine comes
soon … sitting inside a
pentagon (shooting aliens
is more fun than it looks
send home an [...]

On Wedenesday I spent an enjoyable evening with my Creative Writing class, who have been a joy to teach and a lot of fun this semester. After starting out rather sedately with some pasta at “The Spoon”, things rapidly went downhill, due to the ministrations of soju, baekseju, dongdongju, beer and the strange Korean energy [...]

go on uh huh hit delete nah nah
go on do it hit the button waha
hit delete hit delete make like
babyshambles pete hit yer headz
then be dead hit delete forever
pete make believe uh huh uh huh
go on & do it delete forevers &
still be clever as pete deletes
his band & his mates his arms &
go go [...]

There was a trumpet somewhere but it was tarnished and could only play the theme from F-Troop. There was a drum but it got broken when someone I once knew drove a fork through it, just for something to do. There was a guitar but three of its strings were missing and noone took me [...]