[poem] CAMPAIGNING [NO2ID] |
They've been a sleazy bunch, this lot,
but I trust them with my taxes
[having no choice in this]
and not to over-step the line
but the line is only dashed in chalk
like hopscotch grids, fated to be ...
Posted by Raef on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 10:11:00 PST |
[poem] NOSTALGIA CREPT IN EARLY |
The worlds we fashioned
in Lego
and Playmobile
were reigned over by
American kids
with monkey wrench
hands
and Bruce Lee haircuts.
Action slotted neatly
into place; the swings,
steering wheel...
Posted by Raef on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 10:07:00 PST |
[poem] THE PEDESTAL |
The pedestal
drops a level with each human downfall;
legendary storeys proven deceptive,
for we all enter and exit on a dirt floor
scattered with inconsistencies and betrayal.
I raise ...
Posted by Raef on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 10:05:00 PST |
[poem] RESPONSIBILITY |
the kid
sitting on a garden wall
swigging Carling
as the rain spits
on the cigarette butts
at his feet
does he remember that there is a choice?
would he even think to remember?
tonight is the highl...
Posted by Raef on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 10:03:00 PST |
[poem] SELECTIVE RAMBLINGS OF AN ECCENTRIC |
Groggily, I rise from the table
and stagger into a kitchen lit by the green digits
on our microwave; switch it off. Now it is dark but
at least I'm saving the world and I return
to the table...
Posted by Raef on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 09:59:00 PST |
[poem] APTITUDE |
I discovered high-brow too late, and the holes in my education
cause synapses to huddle in my chicken-coop cranium;
the re-training programme that is called for worries them.
To improve the self, to ...
Posted by Raef on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 09:58:00 PST |
[poem] SCAPEGOAT [Part Three] |
He fears&
asking for help; voluntarily erasing himself and replacing
previous perception with a recognized problem and danger;
disowned by friends, scrutinised by strangers whose job is to decide
ho...
Posted by Raef on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 09:49:00 PST |
[poem] SCAPEGOAT [Part Two] |
He fears& most days; series circuits of guilt that make demands, like filling bank accounts and fridges, propelling him out of the front door, beyond the four walls of his decorated cell into the outs...
Posted by Raef on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 09:40:00 PST |
[poem] SCAPEGOAT [Part One] |
He fears& that point when the telly has nothing left to offer but mindless chatter for the half-witted; submitting to the power of the red button shutting down the on-screen world, leaving him alone ...
Posted by Raef on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 09:35:00 PST |
[poem] CAVE ART MA[R]T[Y]R.ial |
Tomorrow
...or tomorrow
&n...
Posted by Raef on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 09:27:00 PST |
