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Smashing.

The bottom of
my boots
sandwich pack,
decorated for Halloween
on the front with pumpkins,
when I picked up the last
piece revealed a word.
“Smashing!” it goofily
shouted up to me
rubbishly.
Now this is a reference, intended or not,
to the band The Smashing Pumpkins –
but what the fuck has nineties
indie-pop music to do with a sandwich?

Money-making companies
arrogantly take infinite license,
more so than any poet, and
for what?
The sandwich was
fairly bland and didn’t
feel that good for
me I thought as
the big black bin bag
swallowed up all this
bullshit, even he will
eventually rape our mother
though.

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We COULD be feeding the unfed.

The shrill bugle cry from the hill heralds the dawn of a new day – “that all-polluting witch of capitalist individualism is dead!” they all shriek in the rapturous, ecstatic blaze of actual communitive passion rekindled and roaring!
They ALL realised that they ALL got that sinking stomach feeling when declaring something about their separated (individual) “selves” – ‘having a conscience’ they used to call it in a meek and begging voice, “the old ego-twist-and-churn” as they know it now – whatever it is, it sure don’t feel all that REAL, man!
‘Hey I’ve got this little yacht out in the Med’ they used to say,
‘Hey I got this huge bonus and flew myself off to Bermuda at such an expense to my accounts!’ they would reply with a washed-my-hands-of-it-all chuckle – “how bloody futile and bore-inspiring!” they thought now, with all the richest relish of fresh unison, not even bothering to burn their Bahama-bound-boats, which WAS their first thought..

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