VISIT OF AN AMERICAN POET v 1

Visit of an American Poet characters

1 - Narrator

2 - Poet

3 - Wife

4 - Zarenda

5 - Employee

6 - Neighbour

7 - Policeman

(Salem, Frisco, Prestwich) Evil farce in three acts

almost Brian Rixish in its semi cold ridiculous

scenario

MES, overlapping voice 1 from 4: Thus began the slow

palaver, subtle and almost unconscious in this loss of

identity. (Running and growling through the back end of

94 to 98 the sixth) and now to explain.

And now for a message in a room with access to all in

San Francisco

Voice 2: Another crooked smile. Is music a disease? Or

is it just living in these soap opera times. They all

end up depressives obsessive about their deluded goal.

Is this me? Is this everyone in every crap commerce?

Everyone without love brought up in violence and

drunkeness? Why am I depressed? Work hard endless,

endless no reward, 5,000 I'm owed. Music, music I

belong to music. Why are there so many shit people in

music?

<keyb drone & piano abuse>

<tinny taped voice, bits of it anyway>

Yeah this is about Mark, Mark told me a story about

the visitation of an

American poet. She came round She came round.

into his arms She was nice she was nice..

(She was quite, a fucking good girl)

But she had a nasty streak in her

She turned nasty and made him a hostage in his own

house

Mark was being fucking, plagiarised and fucking black

------ in his own

house

(She had a knife) so she was quite a serious threat

because she was an

Amerian poet

Then Karl Burns came round and she went all nice and

cheerful

She said to him, she said to him "Yeah Mark

fucking hell yeah, bring your mates in"

And Karl came in and Karl just wouldn't entertain this

woman at all

And Markl said "No, stay a while Karl, stay a

while" (kill the icicles)

Trying to put a message over to him saying

"Come on look don't you realise I'm in trouble

here I need you here,

I need you here, I need some support from me

mate" and Karl just

totally oblivious to this said "Where's me

money?.

MES: The visitation of an American poet

Thus began a slow palaver subtle, unconscious in its

loss of identity

Running and growing through the back end of the years

'94 to '98 (to six and now)

To explain, where to begin,

The soft green leaves (of Massachussets)

The visitation took place outside Salem

A dolphin restaurant, the fish tasted peculiar

It was (orson?awesome)

Daniels rubbish in a room beneath a gospel group from

bloody thick from Atlanta

Turn that shower off

Pure coincidence A&R man in same motel

At dawn there is a knock at the door

It is from salem the poet it is the second visitation

Act 2

I now had a bubbling black large seafood plate

SF type load of problems at my gate

Purple squid less of pink and what's that thing on the

left wriggling

Small irritant

Behind right upper motel balconey was a poet teacher

and dressed accordingly

Remember that before five view points

Would even step out of the house

Frisco I was in Frisco

Chain gain

Thompson (type held a visit) number two

Second visitation seizure in hotel

Excitement on face gut wrench hospital

Cat odour lysergic acid smell

(Corn bubbly) it's the smell of hallucinating

delusional

When mixed with a prescrip stuff of dear family doctor

New alias monthly

Spreadeagled in driveway

Come up soon for the third visit

That was in the future

The visit of an American poet

Gothic green goblin gnome

Cast her adrift my first mistake

Let her into the motel in Frisco

(Where the baby green crap baby green to Paris) - (..

.. plain ceilings) underneath a harassment action

taken out by four eight troops visually ----ing 4 5

--- form Atlanta operating on the left and right

flanks of the lobby - jetlag the main (and

famous?infamous) body

what's left their task's to confuse enemy horses and

vehicles hotel motel -- and baby crap

Atlanta religious group upstairs melted ceiling and

baby crap brown coloured drift bubbled ceiling -- (my

minds snapping)

Surprise visit this was the second

Visit of second pincer

You were so stupid smith you