Excuse my vandalism

excuse my vandalism Lars Palm

The Red Ceilings PressMMXIII [rcp 55]

www.theredceilingspress.co.ukwww.redceilings.blogspot.com/

excuse my vandalismLars Palm

© Lars Palm, 2013

some of these poems were first published in guerilla pamphlets, On Barcelona & Truck

by a fragment of nothing

by jumping into or out of the fire

by the manor of a lady

by microclimate

by occupying the wind

by beauty once more redefined

by being thousands gathered

by setting fire to your boss

by walking faster than the rain

by being an exception to a whole lot of rules

by the manners of a tiger

by snail

her first actionsof the week

kill a waspphotograph it

then kill acouple more with

out securing anyevidence

(after some short pieces by chairman mao)

imperialism is a drag

the english queen is a drag

the u s administration is a drag

maoism is rather more fun

pigeons tapdance on thebus shelter roof

the homeless manwoke up when isat down on the

far end of thewooden benchwaiting

that religious nutwaving bible quotesat innocent by standersgets cracked open& vanishes into the early morning

(a moment of absurdity)

sitting in an expensive tourist cafe in your own town, on the sidewalk amid a construction site & a crashed spaceship & her hair blowing away & the church tower clock ticking away the hour nibble by nibble & a security guard staring viciously & thank you for going by bike

lazy saturdaymorning in something aspiring tobe the 1950s wherethat perfectlydesigned bikerarrives in a smalljapanese car

in case ofemergence

spring that traptap the ale

& hide the bikeinside your mind

or outside insome vast field

crystal earon sale

really cheap

a wonderful bar gain

even to the person who lost the ear

in a barroom fight

bus for shooters hillcaught in a shootout between a burntoak & a bent cross

still on the hilla lone palm-treecircled by photographersharvesting cameras

not here

decide the formof the deicide youwant & the shapeof the table youwish to plan it by

maybe there

if not in thislittle & slightly mad town

she’s drinking a desertsome others call it rosé winethe camels have 999 names for it

bag of buttons half of them spilledon the sidewalk

enough tobutton a wholelot of lips

(who let the dogs into the chili pot?) for Pansy Maurer-Alvarez

& on another maybe brighternote. no banks except bythe river. beaches would bemore functional for ourpurposes. secret though theymay be. maybe someseriously strong coffee. 4cups a day have recentlybeen said to prevent & maybe even treat depressionin humans. as for dogs thething to do is to keep themout of the pot & just letthem be four-legged

37 cases of denguefever reported inmadeira those mosquitosdo travel learningportugese en route finding that tooeasy some of themleave for serbia

(signs of london) with lines from Amy De’Ath

no pedestrians or other animals ‘twas a good year for dresses do not enter train when doors are closed take couragelife is to blame for everything i let the thames write itself & let you be fame’s pervert prohibited streetno itinerant ice cream sales i’m strongly contemplating it don’t buy the sun italian fish & chipsperfectly good services on all other lines

tripping over the wordssaying they’re a ballyou’re not invited tokick off like a shoeone size too big

to tip the iceberg &send it back into outerspace to plan a new golfcourse where sheep maygraze your green eyes

with a waterfall at home

there’s no need toworry about drought

still the first killis the sleepiest

& when you leastexpect it he returns

(just because)

never even considered wandering off wondering how

forgive him for being all things a man’s expected to be

never again against the grain for personal gain

forget this

*

no i’m not your academy

justice would be nice

no he didn’t listen this time either

peace can only come with basic justice

dewdrops deadheads off at another bedside table depicting thechanging distributionof wealth in ahandful ofheavily industrializedcountries

(occasionally) for Carol Watts

on some occasion they did indeed eat a vegetableby mistake they swear. &they’re damned if theycan remember when orwhat kind. it might havebeen red & someone orother at the table mayhave claimed it’s reallya fruit. cake was goodthough if their memoryserves them a properwhiskey steak

sunday 6.15 a mstampeding bus (ordriver) about 5 minutes latersame bus stopblack bmw at very highspeed another few minutes laterman on moped takes long detourto ask someone for acigarette what’s up with peoplethis morning?

wishful drinkingorgans without bodily harmredress that naked chinese doglifting elevators over bright futuresdo you really?

progressive glasses reflect musiciansorganic ballpoint pensever the eastern hillstaken a back & back uprevolution (sorry, me dreaming again)you really do

done dusting shelvesaway ye pirates allyes

(untalented martyrs)

there are 9 ways to sunday

go find them if you have the time

timing is all in comedy

watching nothing on the tv

sun streaming in through the blinds

a law drives off

one japanese carmay hide 2 othersonly if they arereally small

one hide may reveal another &then maybe another you i didn’t

hear about before

& one hiding mostcertainly hides another

(after subcomandante marcos)

power is a drag

the districto federal is a drag

the mexican army is a drag

the zapatistas are rather more fun

if coffeeis theanswer

whatis thequestion?

who’s that nut?

who’s doing that reel?

who’s growing out after growing up?

who’s that girl not played by madonna?

who’s that sitting on barcelona?

who’s going after the powers that be?

who’s just after being the powers that be?

who’s just after?

who’s that posing as me?

The Red Ceilings PressMMXIII [rcp 55]

www.theredceilingspress.co.uk www.redceilings.blogspot.com/

Lars PalmLives with his lovely wife Petra, currently in Malmö. he’s the author of three books; road song for (corrupt press, 2011), chaos on/chaos off (obvious epiphanies press, 2012) & means (The Knives, Forks and Spoons Press, forthcoming) as well as some chapbooks in print & online, most recently mulhouse (greying ghost pamphlet #39, 2012). he has held a few odd jobs in a few places, including Stockholm, Dublin & Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, is trained as an actor/playwright, organic producer & assistant nurse & has a slow career as a model. He blogs at mischievoice.