Mysterium Fascinans, image by AC Evans
COUTURE AND ANARCHY
It’s that horrible film
With the look of lifestyle,
With that panicky retro-slut
Who began life as a 3-D CG Model.
(I suffer from a terror of empty spaces.
Too many weird people:
Chavs, geeks, posh totty and
A sex bomb in specs from
The Chiswick Chocolate Tasters Club
A high voltage sharp-shooter
Wearing nothing but
‘Alien’ Eau Luminescente
Limited Edition – and a mask of horror.
I suffer from a terror of empty spaces.)
Flirting with the underclass,
Chatting up your neo-noir girlfriend,
And your hooker sister,
Dreaming of other towns,
Dreaming of other times, I’m
Trapped in an episodic TV drama
A lifetime away from the never-never land
Of literary theory
(Worlds within worlds,
Improbable notions of couture and anarchy
Haunt our every moment, hovering out here
On the western fringes.
A starry list of guests:
Welcome to my world.