Archive for May, 2008
So the sky is fading slowly into orange and we both look out our hands, the ground. And now you’re doing your shrinking act, pulling your legs into your chest and glancing at me with refined concealed trepidation.
Now playing: Snow Patrol- Same
I just had the weirdest mental image of toasters making pig noises. And clunking about as if they were trying to walk.
Yep, I sure am intellectual!
WRAPPED UP we live
in neat little pastel houses with smiling neighbours and
a clock quickly ticking away our lives.
another hour, another wrinkle.
We are urged to make our lives into a compact concentrate in singular flavours-
thinking about this wastes our precious seconds, so quick
finish everything before you are-
six feet
under.
Blank,
& my mind tries to fill my paper.
Useless words a teacher would throw away,
sneer. (An example of what,
not to do.)
A struggling pen along taunting emptiness-
Scrawling rare pretty thoughts as they float fleetingly along.
my mouth was terribly thirsty as i heard you
gasp, desperately,
“oh, god, you are violence”
there are animals in all of us, and they
wiggle and squirm and yawn inside,
and we are controlled like marionettes
with hands (are they really our own?)
we shall hold each other out of escape
with strength and want and forgiveness and oh, oh
and again, you hid your head in your shoulders
and wanted nothing more than me to be
a creature: vicious, primal, violent.
my mouth was terribly thirsty as your voice became
softer and you choked, desperately,
“god, yes, you are violence”
have a heart you dirty paedophile priest you pig,
daddy is dead & mummy is a bitch & this should
be another lucid dream that you’re
in control of this time,
i hope i hope.
(i dream about ripping open
your throat & watching god
smiling from inside
it’s so much fun, i want to be
a hit man when i grow up)
