Driftworks: Island — words by Ansgar Allen, sound by Emile Bojesen

The last floe to visit against the cenotaph, of manners, protect our glorious, sir—open jaw—rain dirt—friends, and tell the master gunner, that monster, george, as you slumber and thank you for your services, madam, kindly, flee, and off my porch, and mind your paw, except the facts, of minds, the truth this history, of deceit, left window to the bar as an ice cold summer gnaws at the base, and freezes, and thaws, and breaks the culture, non-culture, non-people, people who stand below their flag bloodlines set in chalk, chalk ribbons, the ones without are worse, their flags inside their bodies, of refinement, wet cotton a twisted gut, the gout of them English befoulers of the island, traces of beer and war memorabilia, empty shells and glasses of, we don’t do that here, and say, thank you for your pennies too, fine sir and forgotten words of class, and hold my stick because wood must do to conquer the world in lead caskets, stout or ironclad dignity, warship recliners, squalor, carriage lies, sugar, the queen is a roach and the media her, seven foot long and still too short, lines of degraded tar, eat the rich, ah the rich, and then, the middle regions, between the suburbs and because, why, pigs no longer roam the streets or eat the offal, thrice something is thrice something else, seek work, work seekers, eat my offal, flee for the last boats at the cliff, last flight, last orders, fleece England, oh England, I destroy you.

Ansgar Allen is the author of several books, including two novellas, Wretch (Schism) and The Sick List (Boiler House Press, forthcoming).

Emile Bojesen is a musician and sound artist and the author of Forms of Education, his most recent musical release is Scrape on LINE.

Image courtesy of Ansgar Allen & Emile Bojesen.