Thursday, May 26, 2005
The lint
I wear a black
coat that collects
lint like a
whore collects shags.
She is a dirty
black coat, working
the linty hallways
and corridors in
the turgid brothel
of my wardrobe.
Someday I shall
strip her of
her pearly buttons
and she shall
flap in the
wind like the
hair of Ricky
Martin at the
MTV Music Video
Awards. Sillhouetted against
the window pane
I cry, naked
and quite coatless.
coat that collects
lint like a
whore collects shags.
She is a dirty
black coat, working
the linty hallways
and corridors in
the turgid brothel
of my wardrobe.
Someday I shall
strip her of
her pearly buttons
and she shall
flap in the
wind like the
hair of Ricky
Martin at the
MTV Music Video
Awards. Sillhouetted against
the window pane
I cry, naked
and quite coatless.
Monday, May 23, 2005
Without you
Without you I tend
to wrongly split infinitives
Without you apostrophes
hit me in the face like tomato's
Without you these nine words
become a life sentence.
And without you
my uber has no umlaut
to wrongly split infinitives
Without you apostrophes
hit me in the face like tomato's
Without you these nine words
become a life sentence.
And without you
my uber has no umlaut
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Dear Mr Noam Chomsky
Somebody please deliver me from the conformity of white earphones.
Your consumerist hunger is not liberation,
only manufacturing consent.
You continue to consume and consume and consume,
until there is nothing left.
Except a less than humble pursuit,
which is,
having the newest,
shiniest,
most expensive thing.
Because then, everybody will like you.
These items are not the passport to acceptance,
but the guarantee of perception,
that it is really okay to be beige and the same.
So long as you're happy being the same all together.
Your consumerist hunger is not liberation,
only manufacturing consent.
You continue to consume and consume and consume,
until there is nothing left.
Except a less than humble pursuit,
which is,
having the newest,
shiniest,
most expensive thing.
Because then, everybody will like you.
These items are not the passport to acceptance,
but the guarantee of perception,
that it is really okay to be beige and the same.
So long as you're happy being the same all together.
Sunday, May 08, 2005
Poem for Mothers' Day
I stumbled across a new blog at
http://www.benrik.co.uk
and decided that, like golfballs,
one can't have too many blogs
and I made a blog
and I called it
The Unruly Poltergeist.
http://www.benrik.co.uk
and decided that, like golfballs,
one can't have too many blogs
and I made a blog
and I called it
The Unruly Poltergeist.
