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Ignition Keys

Most days like today,
the parking space between the buildings
was visible from the road,
but there appeared to be nobody
at the end of the corridor.

A shot sounded
only a couple of streets away
running feet could be heard
then an attacking force of plate glass windows
seemed to burst open inside my brain.
Instantly discovering
that a skanky songwriter
and an anonymous team of engineers
never liked hearing new material.

But there was something else doing my head in
shrivelling slowly in memory
tumbling to its knees on the ground,
somewhat vexed
where there really isn't such a place left any more ,
where to hear rather than to feel
since whether in fact we were juicy
and fell to the ground
sugaring together weekly lit
by a light from the first floor.

She enabled cryptographers
to leave her their pop anthems.
Oh yes.
That means ciphered the stairs
with over two dozen files.
Having correctly guessed
the difference between many bridges
for a hypothesised model of interaction.
Jack pressed a key on his laptop
and slid his prick up her.

Music filled the room,
the engine immediately turning.
Pushing between them
firing bursts,
not known consciously by the dreamer.
Got up from the sofa
and managed to throw his hands out
to heave the large hockey bag
full of ignition keys
a few inches

With a crash, he slammed his foot
on the video about hardcore drug abuse.
Bloody hell, but I need to escape.
It was beyond cruel, this.

The speaker-phone behind a locked front door,
exploded outwards,
a split second before he fell through
several hundred dermatological orifices,
like hair follicles across the street,

Her titties swung
beneath the row of buttons.
The tape played like the rest of them.
They then understood
that the sheer force of her conviction
had looped and was marked down
into the open doorway
of another chamber,
as well as being held up
by the platforms beneath them
and closed it.
I pointed this out
and proved it
to little goggled-eyed tight buttocks.

No doubt
they've already forgotten
to watch him transform
the last lingering busload
of potentially hard cock
down the romantic lines
of the main vertical shaft beyond it.
The passengers climbed on
to relish the bus's engines
in wild flurries of sexual titillation
and laughter.

We could spread this
into a more bilateral look
at the wide concrete chasm in front
of the ring of bluestones
on the clitoris bundle.
It's all there.
You know, you must join us
to think of something square,
no gimmicks, no time to lose.
The sooner we get moving
before the sprawling engine
directs itself right out of the middle lane
and into the red, white, and blue front entrance.

Reaching under his seat.
The driver pushed,
folded, clicked, adjusted,
humming
using his smile and his eyes
and with his hands straight up
baton-twirled a screwdriver.

Meanwhile, the beaker folk climbed into the vehicle
and threw down buckets of grease.
The engine was reassembled
and the device was levered
from one side and then back
dropped down the vertical shaft on the driver's side

Back inside the cross vent first,
then rocking back and forth
out of the loop to a sudden halt
in the correct position
over the supporting columns
down, up and down

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from The Pre​-​War Noise Encryption Standard, released February 3, 2023
Words and music by Nigel Ayers

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Nocturnal Emissions' Nigel Ayers has continued to work with a strong underground of cult support, avoiding music industry fashions, and following his own creative path he concentrated on creating a strong sense of a wilderness identity through sound.

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