And “Society”, from “Into the Wild”
Without gazing further
than the next shop-window
walking down the street
along the boulevard that is life
Sobbing in restrooms
of cities without names
picking garments on sale
along the boulevards that are life
Hanging paper over holes
in the walls and
pounding on a nail for the hostage
driver of a hijacked bus
and the zebra crossings
are black and black only
between the boulevards that are life
I am alone
for the first time in a long time
with Sarah Kane
I want to stuff my face and I don’t want to eat
I think we should divorce but stay together forever
Well you don’t bleed once a month, do you?
fear of flying
erica jong & sylvia plath
I have ambitions whether you like it or not,
I like it or not
do you prefer approval or truth?
Sara, she was born in 71
and hung herself in 99
Harold Pinter delivered a personal fan mail
after her play Blasted
Clear a path for yourself.
Grow a tree, chop it down
and learn to make it roll
Turn those daytime Visions
Into reality by night
Assia Wevill, a Holocaust survivor,
killed herself too
and her Shura too
whilst Sylvia left two behind
On the brink
in a mad world
where is the point in which to live?
O, Boring rhetoric speakers
With your government made laws.
We all know already
All that you have to say
And loose ourselves in thoughts
Assembled in a waiting room
A forum with only one
White window, only one
Question – When will they come?
We are waiting for a sign
– O Barbarians!
You shall be so dazzled, confused even
By empty streets and squares.
Only ministers / predators parading
In emeralds and togas carrying
Their canes of gold
While we are waiting here
– Waiting to unfold.
When the night is moving closer
Our excitement grows, but then
We are dazzled, confused even, there are
No barbarians coming, men tell us
Who come in from the borders,
Waiting as well.
And when the night keeps falling
Borders, mayors, home secretaries, the Queen herself
What are we going to do now?
She walks home from the city’s main gate
Cleans her crown of jewels for auctioning, and we,
I guess we’ll slowly leave this room
Maybe leave one or two behind.
splash spirit awake with tea
0800 101 107 for making
four grand into thirteen
sit down inside
the tube inside
the tunnel and be
an independent thinker on, on, on
can you feel it
that sand of
a Thailand beach