Recording of live performance can be found here: http://www.myspace.com/lucylegacy See also: http://www.nospacebkk.com/
Pounding.
..
…
like the footsteps of thunder
over skin thin like ice
break not drooping with sus-
pension
and we
swirl
around each other in a coy clotted orbit
that propels us
toward… what… is…
caught and coming (?).
The illumination hindered,
clear not ice melt away drowning
our eyes in ephemerality
and I indulge you to appear…
Drip-pling
shattered glass path crack
open like an egg sharp shell dent tender tip of finger…
The sky:
:lies under the concrete
:is washed away with drops of days drooping into
themselves and we try not to fall.
You ask me how?
The trickle of consciousness permeates
Being
of
Mind
P-iece-eace-lease
no -whole -where hole at all
every crevice laden with organic:imposed
weeding out the
reweaving of doubt into confident transcendental strategic agency.
Chaos.
Chaos.
Surrender not
to the tenderised mind games they winding crime waves time plays
and the moment has come to undress your context,
expose your self to the vulnerability of statement… to provoke
eruption…
within
trembling toes await
raw
red
exposed
to the elemental breath…
left
right
stepping on stones that were thrown as bullets into the
bruised bodies of the persecuted
to turn over….
the table
…….
negotiation no more
burn the contract
compromise spits on the breast of our sanity.
No
less
than
complete excavation
upheaval
damnation
of the sinister violent unrelenting empire of capital.
in(the)finite 