Archive for July 14, 2008

Time to Swat Flies

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on July 14, 2008 by dc

What will you do?
Now the sky
Is a prison
And the sun
Is a prism
Of divisible light,
Now the day
Of your dreams
Has become
Inescapable night
And the earth
That you walk on
Is so lonely it frights.

You are the gusset
Of the panties
Abandoned
On a rail-track,
A message
On a phone
In a room
No one real
Has ever been.

So what will you do?
Now I’ve helped you
As much as I can,
Now my band
Has played ballads
And tried to kill
Bad thoughts
Like raccoons
Hunting bats in a cave.

This is slowly becoming
Another session of nothing,
Anodyne music for retards,
Huge empty words
For the deaf,
Despair breeds like insects,
It’s time to swat flies,
The world is your oyster,
The pearls are your eyes.