Secret Ingredient!
Kidneys from 3 continents slosh in ziploc bags at the back of a white van
Milkshake buildings erected - the cream swirl lowered on top
And the neon arrows invite you in like a mother — Never-ending epileptic casinos, flooded by Imam’s and Tibetan monks and the slot machines spin and spin eternally
Pythretheum fumes seep into the underground station - young professionals flip and squirm like roaches - howling silenced by an oncoming train
There are specific yet uncharacteristic areas where fear eats the soul: petrol stations, routemasters, retail parks
Intersecting avenues of salacious activity - stocked with motivators fellating dogs for money - power walking straight off a cliff
Box frame suits with pearly dentures contort fancy hand signals awaiting instruction
The payphone speaks: the rain in Spain falls mainly in the plain AND mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy
Non-public information written in 3 patty smash burgers - right in the pickles - the message unreadable, covered in grease
Morbid discoveries flipbook the printing press - the realisation making people all the more happy
Sinister motives thicken like curd as lobsters scuttle bay
Smooth, sober transactions exchange like sliding Jenga bricks
It lasts a second then everyone leaves
Ameer Azad is our current Poet-in-Residence. Every now and then we find a voice that sings (or screams) to us. Those voices that show us something new - whether beautiful or repulsive - voices from out there that somehow resonate deeply. Voices we just 'get'. When that happens we graciously ask that they join us for a time. To live and scream along with us.
You can learn more about Ameer, his work and voice in his fantastic interview here.
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