Saturday 10 March 2012

AUTOCUE PARROT

i say THINGS/barks and yelps
     THINGS that sparkle
dancing like summer wine
     THINGS that drown out there
like drunken sailors
i say THINGS
like a parrot who’s heard only me

i am almost yelling
(probably for help)
and i am waving a drink around insanely
reading 
off 
the 
autocue
(doing the best I can)

my glazed eyes are gazing with mildest interest/from habit
down all the strappy tops
beyond the spangly folds
at the bright bunnies and the sweet puppies in there
the
careless cleavage
heaving/nestled
tiny
forced/drunk and loose
in there

i
dont 
want
to get better acquainted

its xmas - i am xgone

saying 
only 
THINGS


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