Source:
Adults
Author:
jonny graham
Title:
East .
Point the needle . Spin the dial . Transmitter humming . This is the mau-mau order calling ... Far and away ... eastern style . It's ten o clock in the takeaway , and the almond eyes don't have much to say . Dreaming of the collective , for the comrades sake , reading Maoist proverbs in the greasy lunch break , everything is two shades of grey . Those were the days . Hoeing out the capitalist dream , in fields of shale on the Loess plateau . Xan Zong wants to scream , amongst hillside terraces that erode the green . Fuck all for a peasant here . Beijing is the place to go . The new conspirators know , they told him so . Where the red flag flutters in the face of change and a billion people have lost their way , and the tanks still hide in sidestreets , waiting for the day . A new revolution has come , to free the yellow soul . And the lacquered armour of the Samurai , dulls in museums , gathers dust , grows old . And the Yangtse River is drowning itself in the sludge of affluence . And the Panda is a prisoner in a zootime show . Too much 20-20 vision , too many lost consciences with too much to do , and nowhere to go . Everyone sits on bamboo fences . Lacking influence . It's ten o clock in the takeaway . My eyes glaze over . Nothing much happened out east today .
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