Succulent ... the first fulfilment
Of your second wish ... gasping
Another dust dance underwritten
And forgotten ... a superficial truth
Is seen being exchanged for
A half priced product made in Asia
And distributed in generic windowless
Parcels ... chained unpacking and saved
Imagine the half-priced cans of dog-food
That can be eaten by people who
Do not own dogs ... stray cats - maybe ...
Every body is minutes away from hours
Lost in the flooded river that has gone dry
Seasons are missed and banks are
Filled with flower red faces and party walls
Let us walk backwards facing the mountains
Backwards to the start of the past ...
First stop ... nineteen-sixty-nine
The radio ... replaced informative television news
Punch-card computers - anyone?
To calculate
All your counter-revolutions ... and
Governmentally killed students
End
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
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1 comment:
Whoa! Great poem! so many great phrases here. Minutes away from hours... d'accord!
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