for BC, MF, AC, JMG, SG, SM, SD, BM, CF, GF, GT, MG, SB, JR, NF, AN, SJ, BW, AG, LCB
We haven't woken up. The dinosaur's still here.
Ireland, Greece, Italy, Spain, Portugal, Cyprus, who's next?
I wouldn't really blame U2 entirely, but still...
We both work and struggle; are we wrong?
Ireland, Greece, Italy, Spain, Portugal, Cyprus, who's next?
Lucky to be working, but still struggling on.
We both work and struggle; are we wrong?
Money's too tight to mention, just an illusion.
Lucky to be working, but still struggling on.
We are lambs slaughtered for the bankers' sins.
Money's too tight to mention, just an illusion.
We've been fucked over by some elite psychopaths.
We are lambs slaughtered for the bankers' sins.
This is why I get no pay rise.
We've been fucked over by some elite psychopaths.
Bankers sank us and now we pay shit.
This is why I get no pay rise.
Break off your landlord's nose and sell it.
Bankers sank us and now we pay shit.
Counting every penny because every penny counts now.
Break off your landlord's nose and sell it.
Turn down the downturn. Frivolity. Spend. Spend. Spend
Counting every penny because every penny counts now.
Infinite growth on a finite planet is insane.
Turn down the downturn. Frivolity. Spend. Spend. Spend.
Pay frozen for 4 years! Where's my bonus?
Infinite growth on a finite planet is insane.
Economic plummet has Great Britain on her knees!
Pay frozen for 4 years! Where's my bonus?
Many paying for the greed of a few.
Economic plummet has Great Britain on her knees!
Banks, unregulated, made hay at expense of poor.
Many paying for the greed of a few.
My dead cat would make a better Chancellor.
Banks, unregulated, made hay at expense of poor.
Stealing from the poor, 'banking' up the rich.
My dead cat would make a better Chancellor.
I wouldn't really blame U2 entirely, but still...
Stealing from the poor, 'banking' up the rich.
We haven't woken up. The dinosaur's still here.
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Showing posts with label pantoum. Show all posts
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Wednesday, 19 June 2013
Sunday, 24 March 2013
HOTLOOKED
for AA and JW
merged many contacts
first name shared
brother, for example
personalitied Facebook user
first name shared
has three jobs
personalitied Facebook user
in two countries
has three jobs
and six emails
in two countries
Thank you Microsoft
and six emails
four telephone numbers
Thank you Microsoft
become a three
four telephone numbers
headed, many legged
become a three
The forced switchover
headed, many legged
brother, for example
The forced switchover
merged many contacts
merged many contacts
first name shared
brother, for example
personalitied Facebook user
first name shared
has three jobs
personalitied Facebook user
in two countries
has three jobs
and six emails
in two countries
Thank you Microsoft
and six emails
four telephone numbers
Thank you Microsoft
become a three
four telephone numbers
headed, many legged
become a three
The forced switchover
headed, many legged
brother, for example
The forced switchover
merged many contacts
Sunday, 6 January 2013
A LETTER FROM THE BBC
I got a letter from the BBC
to vanish a million pounds
in an unmarked manila envelope
that smelled of tobacco.
To vanish a million pounds
you need the Piff Paff Puff
that smelled of tobacco
blown in a cloud of Phoenix dust.
You need the Piff Paff Puff
and the breath of dragons
blown in a cloud of Phoenix dust
to distract the public gaze.
And the breath of dragons
engulfed Wood Lane in fire
to distract the public gaze
from the horse drawn hearse.
Engulfed Wood Lane in fire,
splinters of ash kicked off hooves
from the horse drawn hearse
that crackled into the night.
Splinters of ash kicked off hooves
fly and fade like burnt memos
that crackled into the night
becoming darkness and silence.
Fly and fade like burnt memos
in an umarked manilla envelope
becoming darkness and silence,
I got a letter from the BBC.
to vanish a million pounds
in an unmarked manila envelope
that smelled of tobacco.
To vanish a million pounds
you need the Piff Paff Puff
that smelled of tobacco
blown in a cloud of Phoenix dust.
You need the Piff Paff Puff
and the breath of dragons
blown in a cloud of Phoenix dust
to distract the public gaze.
And the breath of dragons
engulfed Wood Lane in fire
to distract the public gaze
from the horse drawn hearse.
Engulfed Wood Lane in fire,
splinters of ash kicked off hooves
from the horse drawn hearse
that crackled into the night.
Splinters of ash kicked off hooves
fly and fade like burnt memos
that crackled into the night
becoming darkness and silence.
Fly and fade like burnt memos
in an umarked manilla envelope
becoming darkness and silence,
I got a letter from the BBC.
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Monday, 10 September 2012
LIFTED
for AG
Coffee. Cooked meat. Thongs. Windolene.
Bacon. Muller Rice. A shed. Beans.
A four pack of Stella. Razors.
Some colouring books. Socks. Blazers.
Bacon. Muller Rice. A shed. Beans.
Trousers in assorted sizes.
Some colouring books. Socks. Blazers.
Candles. Eggs. Batteries. Brylcreem.
Trousers in assorted sizes.
Dog meat. Bog roll. Mince. Mr. Sheen.
Candles. Eggs. Batteries. Brylcreem.
Bananas. Milk. Figs. Cheese slices.
Dog meat. Bog roll. Mince. Mr. Sheen.
A four pack of Stella. Razors.
Bananas. Milk. Figs. Cheese slices.
Coffee. Cooked meat. Thongs. Windowlene.
Coffee. Cooked meat. Thongs. Windolene.
Bacon. Muller Rice. A shed. Beans.
A four pack of Stella. Razors.
Some colouring books. Socks. Blazers.
Bacon. Muller Rice. A shed. Beans.
Trousers in assorted sizes.
Some colouring books. Socks. Blazers.
Candles. Eggs. Batteries. Brylcreem.
Trousers in assorted sizes.
Dog meat. Bog roll. Mince. Mr. Sheen.
Candles. Eggs. Batteries. Brylcreem.
Bananas. Milk. Figs. Cheese slices.
Dog meat. Bog roll. Mince. Mr. Sheen.
A four pack of Stella. Razors.
Bananas. Milk. Figs. Cheese slices.
Coffee. Cooked meat. Thongs. Windowlene.
Monday, 14 May 2012
THE LAST MEAL I EVER ATE WITH YOU
for AM
I was frightened to chew my beef
in case it triggered my mouth.
I'd primed it like a trap
to let the wasps out.
In case it triggered my mouth,
I swallowed my chicken
to let the wasps out —
a haze of nails.
I swallowed my chicken
and spat out bones.
A haze of nails
went off like a bomb
and spat out bones.
I'd primed it like a trap.
Went off like a bomb.
I was frightened to chew my beef.
I was frightened to chew my beef
in case it triggered my mouth.
I'd primed it like a trap
to let the wasps out.
In case it triggered my mouth,
I swallowed my chicken
to let the wasps out —
a haze of nails.
I swallowed my chicken
and spat out bones.
A haze of nails
went off like a bomb
and spat out bones.
I'd primed it like a trap.
Went off like a bomb.
I was frightened to chew my beef.
Friday, 4 May 2012
SCHRÖDINGER'S CAT
1.
I couldn't say it. I was afraid.
While ever it stayed in my mouth
I could taste it like the word yes.
It floated on a sea of saliva.
My jaw trembled like a fish.
I wanted to throw it up in the air.
If this was the feeling of never,
it was the feeling of always.
Possibly. Maybe. Yes. Yes. Yes.
I wanted to keep it locked in a box.
Out of light. Unobserved.
I wanted it to be true and not untrue.
Then came your eyes and your words
and your science to explain everything.
2.
In this theory, I become two people.
The first is naked on a rumpled duvet,
sweating in the undisturbed evening.
Moonlight paints the hollows of his body.
The second is naked on a rumpled duvet.
Under his head, a chest rises and falls.
Moonlight paints the edges of their bodies.
I dream of a life I never lived.
Under my hand, my chest rises and falls.
In this first life all I do is dream —
I dream of a life I never lived
with a man I swore I never loved.
In the second life all I do is a dream.
I drift between rooms aching
with love for a man who swore he loved me,
lingering in the scent of a well made decision.
I drift between rooms aching,
sweating in the fretful evening.
Scent. A decision lingers unmade.
In this theory, I become two people.
3.
This is the
single life theory.
At a word
the wave collapses
leaving a
wasting of water.
At the shore
there is no choice
What is left
is devastation
This is the
single life theory.
I couldn't say it. I was afraid.
While ever it stayed in my mouth
I could taste it like the word yes.
It floated on a sea of saliva.
My jaw trembled like a fish.
I wanted to throw it up in the air.
If this was the feeling of never,
it was the feeling of always.
Possibly. Maybe. Yes. Yes. Yes.
I wanted to keep it locked in a box.
Out of light. Unobserved.
I wanted it to be true and not untrue.
Then came your eyes and your words
and your science to explain everything.
2.
In this theory, I become two people.
The first is naked on a rumpled duvet,
sweating in the undisturbed evening.
Moonlight paints the hollows of his body.
The second is naked on a rumpled duvet.
Under his head, a chest rises and falls.
Moonlight paints the edges of their bodies.
I dream of a life I never lived.
Under my hand, my chest rises and falls.
In this first life all I do is dream —
I dream of a life I never lived
with a man I swore I never loved.
In the second life all I do is a dream.
I drift between rooms aching
with love for a man who swore he loved me,
lingering in the scent of a well made decision.
I drift between rooms aching,
sweating in the fretful evening.
Scent. A decision lingers unmade.
In this theory, I become two people.
3.
This is the
single life theory.
At a word
the wave collapses
leaving a
wasting of water.
At the shore
there is no choice
What is left
is devastation
This is the
single life theory.
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