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:
Alcohol-crazed
killers,
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,
Write-direct-shoot-edit).
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.
—AC Evans
