The Capsule & The SBFplanade

what's that mad quacking ?
folding, taping and placing?
the bells of other mens' hells...
good news everyone
it's time to get the shit together
arrange your stash
juggle the cards
ravel your cord
herd the llamas into the large box
rewind your borrowed DVDs
exhale all the drugs into small baggies
prick your inflatable dollies
try to gulp back all the bullshit you have released on the world
dissemble your easel
turn on the lights in the dark room
unplug the electric maraccas
eccetera eccetera

a trip to the capsule
lots of brown wood noise
and white, white
natural light
click on the clacker
insert key and gyrate 3 times to the left
play sardines in the Entry Zone
wonder just what it would be like if it broke down
sure makes it hard to rob the bank
pull tight the gate
make for the doorrrrrrrrrr
many keys
more portals
the scary door
that leads to nowhere
the BIG door
which hides the BIG cup
doors to other worlds
and the little boy's room
deceitful storage
Dali-esque tricks on the mind's eye

Let the capsule dissolve in your gullet
nuff said?
off to Italo-Scozzese-Francese ristorante
laments and bemoans
Pizza that doesn't resemble pizza
a twilight plate of food
Piazza di Margate?
what the fuck ?
move onwards and leewards
2 sheets to the wind
3 sheets to set sail
our armada didn't get dashed on the atlantic coast
a big bad landmark
just like on TV
but not on TV
with a bigger, badder and bruttier residential tower looming large
some old same old
and isn't the Damon so lovely
Primrose Will?
Death to Bojangles
blocking ooer vue
who is this man?
high dealing,
big wheeling
Leon wielding
no joy in this joyless void
take a seat
make the most of your foam
admire nature in her many splendid forms
big hair where?
big hair there
biological meter is ticking
generations of reason
polish or perish