Monday, 20 May 2013

collective poem

there were icicles in the toyshop
so i talked to my grandmother instead
was an idea particular to the early
age of enlightenment

of course there’s nothing unusual
in dreaming about dreaming
both a function of capitalist reality
& a terrorist irreality like setting

fire to all the shadows in this book
that’s why i fear popular music
it has agile violet eyes
can’t stop crying

can’t begin to cry
everything resembles nothing
the pearl grey dress you had on
when neither of us said goodbye

krazy kat
tristan tzara
la scala milan
policing the internet 

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