field report

that certain rythymn

like snatches neath door latches

demands 2 be said

monty carlo

4 a long time aeroplanes flew right over my head as if my path 4ever crossed their leylines of movement."if the bell rings call the fire brigade"the werds rolled about my mind like marbles gone astray.i spent many a moment in complete fear of life.monty s daemons called fogs waited until i was sketched on crank b4 altering radio signals so the broadcasts mocked me.i was challanged 2 a vocal duel on the air.a blackman rapped a passage from the bible,and i lost the competition speechless with fear walking the streets after poisoned by fuck knows what clutching my belly concvinced every next car would explode or fire bullets 4 i was in league unwitingly with some mob of street gangsters.how did this begin?

i had found a wedding ring shaped with a leo symbol,whilst on the litter circuit.i walked thru stoke newington and the newsprint i came across and the numberplates of passing cars distracted me.i was thinking of u/her.instructions from the eavesdropped werds of passing strangers conversing told me i needed 2 sign my would be lover with the cut up paper of a charity leaflet.this got no response so i threw the pages 2 the winds stuck my jacket and wallet in the bin sat in a van double parked outside a shop.sexy women passed but none was your same.four cans of deodorant,i stuck them on the dash.a birtrhday card 4 i was codename phoenix who died and was reborn every second of every day.the driver was moved on by the shopkeeper next 2 the boneyard,and he in turn threw me out of his van."u free 2 take me 2 blah blah"i said."get out of my fucken van"he said.

i ended up in a church hall with a tiny wire in my pocket i was convinced was a microphone transponder.the priest and the small congregation were black.i was asked 2 read the mathew passage while the preacher said "u is running a round running yourself ragged when happiness is right there within yourself" a message on the toilet wall told me 2 wank on a tissue then hand it 2 the priest b4 leaving.i jerked and left as a compromise.on the street in the cafes coffee shops and bars this whole transaction had been broadcast.i retrieved my possessions from the bin and tramped around the graveyard.there was a huge burnt husk of a derelict u could enter by climbing a tree and tiptoeing circus like along a wall then up a metal fire escape with half its steps missing,a huge burnt out space.in its centre i read an orbituary witch declared "in fifteen minutes u r gonna become famous"now convinced i was gonna die i returned 2 the safehouse where a gazebo had been set up in the yard,people milling at the voices on the radio mocked me.i listened 2 the blackman win the competition believing i had somehow been tricked into selling my nationality 4 a pound.i staggered back onto danny the street feeling poisoned and i approached a taxi painted all over with the word satan in dozens of different languages,in several different alphabets.

"take me 2 the hospitol"

"i just finished duty,"and as i walked off the old man said 2 his friend "he picked the wrong cab 2 ask 4 help"he directed me 2 the disused town hall told me it was a hospitol.i returned 2 the safehouse and swallowed a handful of the camera downers then passed out knowing i would never wake up again and getting even that much wrong......

 

By Anon