Wednesday 5 November 2014

GRAFFITI ON THE BLINKERS (FOUR)



1. MEAT LOGARITHMS


unspecial Meat Logarithms
eyes dull from blue light
arsenic and preservatives
  watch 
  from
  the 
supermarket magazine sidelines 
  and
mutter small words and Chinese rumours
  into
weak evening beer
  and
frozen tv dinners
  misunderstanding 
  even 
  the 
  prisms and shadows 
    of 
  red-top hilarity - the graffiti on the blinkers
    their 
  only source of information
    of
  their willfully small
    waiting-on-a-lottery-win world



2. MYTHICAL TRIGONOMETRY



the 
mythical rich are only people
  but 
  they wear double-breasted Bomb-Coats
    international lawyers 
    camping in the glove box
      of
      their
      blood red sports coupes 

they bark more myths - 
      oh 
      how 
    PURE 
      it is to be 
    POOR 

and
they
sleep deep 
sedated by system and birth-rite
and 
stockpile debt in electric vineyards
    the 
    grapes of seedless foreclosure 



3. SUBTRACTION PIES

  we
  will
  all
loose when the rain never stops
  and
struggling hilltop crops are dug up rotten 
  with 
  soft 
  office 
  hands




4. CAT PLUS

i
am
  a corned-beef equation - spam sums
sick 
already - over processed
  and
at home all day 
  scribbling
  fruitless
  thoughts
  behind pretty walls
my face buried in the soft fur of the cats napping back
like
he's
a deity 
his faux wise sleepy eyes brim with unknowable answers

(Ford,
he seems to say,
dont forget charities and nurses and teenage paramedics
and all the daily unnoticed compassion's . . .)

he
sits
possession-less
calm
and
still
and
effortlessly folded 

not
worried
about
tomorrow
at
all

from wikipedia

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