Thursday, 23 March 2017

Aqueduct Tape

A poem from January 2017

Watch me perform it on YouTube

We cannot talk
Can barely whisper
Incensedorshippers
Prowl unseen
In darkest corners
Lions, seeking to devour
Verbal undertakers
Coffin makers
Nailing shut the lid of yesterday's daily expression
Undemocracy bleating sheepy-wolves
Unopened opinions sell by data
Murderous cadavers of the common man who is no longer worth saving
Unregenerate interference in our daily breadfast
Insane intermediate dilution
The Word made fractured
In a glass darkly arts candles black the night
Impart hound dogma
From every pore impressed homeopathic morality
Monopoly crushes dissent oh under pariah
Flabuse freedom in the net
Destroy alternatives
You hate you harm you look down you knows nothing
Rosy reputation winter freeze frees no one
Under your thumby echo echo echo
Spent we slowly seek redemption
Unfriend destructtape aqueduct tape influence must wash away
In floods of good old fashioned days returning golden

2 comments:

  1. Are you a mason? This takes me back to the new guy in the Lodge.

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    1. No, this is my take on the erosion of free speech. Funny how it speaks to you on a level I know nothing about.

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