Posts Tagged ‘concrete’

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Felonious kicks
For stupid pricks
Cavorting like corpses through purple twilight
Tedious fucks
Out of luck
When concrete cracks
Buildings collapse
Never go back to the town of your birth
Where skeletons parade through lonely streets
First people you meet
Have no eyes and no faces
Spectres haunt corners and grimace like gargoyles
Cars pass driven by porcelain princesses
Taking their kids to school
While their identikit husbands toil
Through uneven soil
And death’s maw beckons
At every second
To suck them into the pit
Full of shit
They consume and sit in front of television
Hypnotized
Hype glazes their eyes
And zombifies their skulls till everything just seems to blur
Into a grey and infinite turd
Stinking up their neurons and rendering them vegetable
Useless as a used condom

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Campus is quiet as I walk through this time of year
Still an assortment of unobtainable, and unbelievably beautiful young women
To flash a glance and then look away
So I don’t freak them out with my desperate eyes
Lots of dodgy sculptures that cost the Uni a lot of money
Grass but not enough trees
Various concrete and brick monstrosities to walk around
My heart is heavy and death is not far away
Like I’m hanging from a cliff
I pass the library and head up the path through the amphitheatre
Turn the corner then I’m at the OT building
Pushing my troubles into recesses of my mind,
I head into work

sculpture

I’d love to make you a sculpture
With a blunt knife of love and a chisel of compassion
I’d love to make you a sculpture
With harridan hammer and mandrake mind
To speak into the inner room of your soul
Resembling a yawn from a hippo
Reimaging a flower with concrete petals
Resembling the lyre of Orpheus to symbolize triumph of love over death
Form, figure, fish-finger monolith from 2001

Or resembling nothing but alluding to everything
Abstract but oozing pathos
A 3-D polaroid of my heart’s longing
What do you think?
Would you like it to be edible?
Would we stand beside it?
Would you stare sensuously into my eyes and say:
‘I don’t get it’