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David Prater edits Cordite from Melbourne, Australia. His frequently-updated blog is Davey Dreamnation.
silver & rock-it
down by the neon-lit pachinko parlour stands
silver out on brain patrol — dosed on benzos &
his flowering love watching rock-it sock it to
the slots is he boy or astroboy silver ponders
hmmm allow me placing a hand on rock-it's
little inner thigh oh pressure hang on rock-it
says stop why this can't be right muses wily old
silver pushing his hand between the trembling
legs of rock-it ah socket seeking searching a
pocket for his own rocket surely such a little
one must have a name yes rock-it whispers
rock-it no says silver you are my little rocket
you're just for me but none of his christmases
came at all & neither did he i booked him for
indecent composure & cuffed his tagging hand
to the nearest slot-machine while rock-it watched
bemusedly keep an eye on this one i said he's —
mean & as the rain sluiced down the windows
like piss i heard the ball bearings gushing from
the slots & hitting the cement so hard they made
the old parlour tremble just like aftershocks
"flat out on a highway lined with dim stars"
dim walkable shady streets lined with visiting movie stars
we decided to check out that highway beyond charlton flat
an apartment house for dim birds dart in and out bright-eyed
blue-lined flowers shine tiny stars in their new star patterns
in 2002 when i saw a dim flat i left highway 16 heading out
i got out and stood out with all of these stars & told her flat
flat out on the side of the highway my wacky lights went dim
i didn't feel like hanging out anyway i had another job lined up
the stars disappeared like a picture of a highway flowing on
her eyeliner then with the breath he let out his dim headlights
barely illuminated they are dim he bee-lined it straight up
road barriers on the highway the flats just looked like stars
I could not make it the sky that hosted thousands of stars
both bright & dim well-equipped keeping its body pressed flat
on the sector of highway stands out a small, flat dim interior
pushing along we are a non-profit organization based on snow
globes of stars the highway noise is awful she says, "dim your
lights" the camping area to our left the flat the main street lined
the sky is filled with stars between forest belts, small, flat sky
loaded with stars i can back out and motor home in dim sections
sections of the highway pot holed lined earth, adult-huge
i remember chill, and the stars sidewalks, tucked in fur-lined
my roommate saw three stars dim, followed by another dim star
moving slowly out on john fitch highway away to form the stars
light to illuminate the dim each time i drag out what i believe
iowa is flat between limestone bluffs lined the highway winds
sky witnessed from highways is consistent with "twinkling" stars
i could make out her tone was flat the sun seemed suddenly dim
everything in sight looks really dim." "yeah, eclipse from now
the stars booth-lined, wood stuffed indian flat breads make love
but the real stars are in town to find dim traffic behind us lined
i drink half the flat the sparkles of countless stars laughed out loud
soul on a desert highway maybe i would dim the flames burning
that highway world was not flat the lead-lined light, blue stars ...
slicked streets glow dim these images could be stars next year
two dim ufos flew into a 360, in the east turning off highway 101
we will disappear
then they tell you time's running out
& the streetlights never cease to fail
westbound heads the morning sun
outside there's a funeral procession
& the streetlights never cease to fail
consider me a national holiday baby
outside there's a funeral procession
millions now living will never die
consider me a national holiday baby
wandering on & into that great kiosk
millions now living will never die
the disappearance of our mothers
wandering on & into that great kiosk
you know disappear you know cease
the disappearance of our mothers
they just lost the fight you've got to
you know disappear you know cease
give up breathing you know snuff it
they just lost the fight you've got to
simply disappear (you'll know when to
give up breathing you know snuff it
let go of that) the next time life enters
simply disappear (you'll know when to
your hands like bolts of pure mourning
let go of that) the next time life enters
don't let go of anything that sounds like
your hands like bolts of pure mourning
a funeral procession or a dripping tap
don't let go of anything that sounds like
we will disappear they're waiting for us
a funeral procession or a dripping tap
watch the stars set hollowly over us
we will disappear they're waiting for us
you'll see a blue whale & inside it me
watch the stars set hollowly over us
then we'll all disappear in the sea
you'll see a blue whale & inside it me
then they tell you time's running out
then we'll all disappear in the sea
westbound heads the morning sun