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Do you know who I am
Do you know who you are dealing with
Because I haven’t got a clue
And when I looked in the mirror
I saw a potato
And I’m not even hungry
Or I was before I ate toast
I love eating toast
Let’s eat toast together
Let’s go to Paris
Let’s go to a greasy spoon
To the clean air in the forest
To the bottom of a rock pool
I’ve remembered who I am
But I would like to forget
Be a beautiful idiot
A magnificent moron
Like a clear night sky
Like new white trainers
Like Swimming with manatees
A Rebel with a dustpan and brush
A bottomless brunch that you share with everybody
Everybody is the perfect size and shape to fit into the future
The future is the perfect size and shape to fit over the past
The past is the perfect size and shape to fit into my mind
My mind is the perfect size and shape to fit into a potato
Say perfect size and shape one more time and I will kill you
kill you with kindness
kill you with flowers and cheese
And everything you hold dear
Do you know who I am
Do you know who you are dealing with
Because I have forgotten
Was it a potato in the mirror
The perfect size and shape to be a human
To be a human
The perfect size and shape to be a human
To be a human
be a human
To be a human
human
potato
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2. |
Seagulls
04:37
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Day Dream
by A S J Tessimond
One day people will touch and talk perhaps
easily,
And loving be natural as breathing and warm as
sunlight,
And people will untie themselves, as string is unknotted,
Unfold and yawn and stretch and spread their fingers,
Unfurl, uncurl like seaweed returned to the sea,
And work will be simple and swift
as a seagull flying,
And play will be casual and quiet
as a seagull settling,
And the clocks will stop, and no one will wonder
or care or notice,
And people will smile without reason,
Even in winter, even in the rain.
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3. |
Sun Sticks
03:12
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sun sticks to shining faces
to sand in socks
to panting dogs
to wind breaks
and To sunburnt shoulders
sun sticks me to you to him to her to them to us to cans and cans and cans and cans
to jokes written on the back of filthy white vans
sun sticks to toes out
sun sticks to lilos
sun sticks to sun hats
sun sticks one to all and all to one
sun sticks the leaves to the trees
open windows to the breeze
hanging baskets to the bees
and screams to the wasps
sun sticks to the lost
sun sticks to the found
sun sticks the flightest feet firmly to the ground
sun sticks a buzzing sound in the ears
a promise of forgotten fears and cans and cans and cans and cans in the park
sun sticks a blur between the day and the dark
like nothing ever ends
like foes become friends
like corners become bends
and sun sticks the ribs together
sun sticks here to there and wherever there’s a glimpse
sun sticks it’s nose in and that is that
sun sticks the disappearing
sun sticks the fat cats and rats
to the fingers and thumbs
to the happy and glum
to the thuds, bleeps and clicks
sun sticks sun sticks
sun sticks sun sticks
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4. |
The Pebble
02:38
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how many hundreds of thousands of years did it take for you to get so smooth
and yet I want to refine my mood in a matter of minutes
and I’ve got so many feelings
I feel things deeply
I shout at the tv
I can’t suspend my disbelief
when I know the world is revolving before my eyes
and it could all be better if we tried
if we all shouted at the tv
if we felt things more deeply
put a pebble in your shoe
put a pebble in your pocket
feel how smooth it is
that’s how little you should forget
every single edge has been obliterated by some wave of resistance
some grit of persistence
chipping away until all that’s left is smoothness incarnated
let’s not be deflated
by all that work
feel the pebble
and Be the pebble
in your pocket
under your pillow
up your nose
in your fruit bowl
next to the keys
where’s my bloody keys
next to the pebble
feel the pebble
become the pebble
how many hundreds of thousands of years did it take for you to get so smooth
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5. |
Looking Forward
06:11
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looking forward
there will be lying on the lawn
there will be pub gardens
there will hours spent in rock pools
there will be biscuits endless biscuits
there will be transparent glances
there will be reason and nonsense for everyone
there will be every reason to love you
there will be every reason to be loved
there will be insects buzzing at the window
there will be glasses of water that taste of dust in the morning
there will be odd figurines
there will be things on the mantel piece that you picked up on your walk
there will be shoes with holes
there will be the sun in your eyes making you see colours through closed lids
there will be dancing in the morning
there will be things hidden in wardrobes and attics
there will be open doors in the middle of the night
there will be ignored requests
there will be blood on tissues
there will be sand in sandwiches
there will be dancing at bedtime
there will be sunburn
there will be numb toes
there will be blue moons
there will be bad throws
there will be wet Wednesdays
looking forward
there will be that sinking feeling
there will be walking home together
there will be sweet tea
there will be cold cold water
there will be staring at squirrels
there will be forgetting to do that
there will be smiling to do this
there will be hair cuts
there will be crap excuses
There will be laughing
there will be incredulous snorts
there will be crossed legs
there will be mixed reports
there will be sunny intervals
there will be dragonfly wings
there will be wind shelters
there will be a bucket full of tadpoles
there will be being with you as the wet dog sighs
there will be late late nights
there will be white white lies
there will be holding your hand
there will be hearing you sing
there will be chips and chips and chips and chips and chips and chips and baked and mashed
looking forward
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6. |
Seagulls
04:37
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Day Dream
by A S J Tessimond
One day people will touch and talk perhaps
easily,
And loving be natural as breathing and warm as
sunlight,
And people will untie themselves, as string is unknotted,
Unfold and yawn and stretch and spread their fingers,
Unfurl, uncurl like seaweed returned to the sea,
And work will be simple and swift
as a seagull flying,
And play will be casual and quiet
as a seagull settling,
And the clocks will stop, and no one will wonder
or care or notice,
And people will smile without reason,
Even in winter, even in the rain.
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7. |
Thumbs Up Peace Sign
04:18
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stop me if I’m wrong
meet me on the crazy paving
wearing jelly sandals
in the morning mist
the sea fret
i feel submerged
behind the scenes
not playing bongos
not eating kiwi fruit
or not dancing tango
maybe drawing a wombat
with a 5b pencil
instigating a cat nap
fighting off a cold
by walking in concentric circles
at the end of your elbow
a crock of gold mould sold to the lowest bidder
the worthy kidder of innocent victims
the tie dye pilgrims
the gong bath children
the strictly informal
this is not the new normal
this is not the new normal
this is the pretend to be in free fall
but be clinging to a ladder
made from good gut bacteria
and local vibrations
immodest libations
and flowering wisteria
arched around a stained glass posterior
its high time
we broke the seal
shaped piggy bank brimming with lucky pennies found on pavements
those small 5ps that no one likes
and the one and two rupee
Thumbs Up Peace Sign
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