this lying deceitful bastard
a dream catcher's
gun control
in secret skin
left to
drift
to the ethereal
but
here
now
is not enough
a
swinger's
styling
blank space
the middle class
nonadventure
idle chatter
a bitter
single cell ego
imaginary
places
asking
you
to
fuck your fist
and change
the course
of this conversation
here
now
is not enough
the good poets
have found god
and given up
the drink
glorified
hype men
of the western front
dirty calls
with
opposable thumbs
spontaneous
humans
skype
fucking
to break
a barrier
and cum
bouncers
bouncing with
exaggerated joy
in a heatwave
skull stomp
chanting for
more
don't you read
orwell
and happiness
is just a
smart
buyer
on the inside
so why not
kill your employer
with 4 leftist factions
and 20
obscure
cowards
trying to write poetry
standing
fucking
the hand
that serves you
with pursed lips
to a
6am wake up
party popper
flag flyer
coffee hit
and
here
now
is not enough
to survive
a reacharound
from the landlord
and mapped
colonial
cross border
jesus
the
refugee
tony
the motherfucker
homosexuals
have more fun
but
you still
send your good vibes
to africa
and palestine
knowing full well
that we are happy
on the inside
two lions
a fearful
executive
forgetful
dope dealer
relentlessly
consuming
the soul
and here
now
i hear
wealthy
american
musicians
chanting for us
to trust
but
it's hard
to
be happy
and break the world
when
you're drunk
not
starving
to death
and
here
now
is not enough
here
now
is not enough
gun control
in secret skin
left to
drift
to the ethereal
but
here
now
is not enough
a
swinger's
styling
blank space
the middle class
nonadventure
idle chatter
a bitter
single cell ego
imaginary
places
asking
you
to
fuck your fist
and change
the course
of this conversation
here
now
is not enough
the good poets
have found god
and given up
the drink
glorified
hype men
of the western front
dirty calls
with
opposable thumbs
spontaneous
humans
skype
fucking
to break
a barrier
and cum
bouncers
bouncing with
exaggerated joy
in a heatwave
skull stomp
chanting for
more
don't you read
orwell
and happiness
is just a
smart
buyer
on the inside
so why not
kill your employer
with 4 leftist factions
and 20
obscure
cowards
trying to write poetry
standing
fucking
the hand
that serves you
with pursed lips
to a
6am wake up
party popper
flag flyer
coffee hit
and
here
now
is not enough
to survive
a reacharound
from the landlord
and mapped
colonial
cross border
jesus
the
refugee
tony
the motherfucker
homosexuals
have more fun
but
you still
send your good vibes
to africa
and palestine
knowing full well
that we are happy
on the inside
two lions
a fearful
executive
forgetful
dope dealer
relentlessly
consuming
the soul
and here
now
i hear
wealthy
american
musicians
chanting for us
to trust
but
it's hard
to
be happy
and break the world
when
you're drunk
not
starving
to death
and
here
now
is not enough
here
now
is not enough
posted by Ray G at 12:23 AM
2 Comments:
Thanks for posting the text. Maybe you could post a link on the Perth Poetry Club facebook wall for the punters.
I see this poem as a powerful expression of the frustration of being unable to do or say enough.
There's some grabby lines in here, 'break the world' for example. The poem sounds good, and it gives up more meaning with repeated reading so that one has to use one's brains, which is welcome, as they always need more exercise.
I don't like the references to poets and poetry. Why write about *that*? I'm not being sarcastic there, I actually mean it. I tend to think 'get a life!' when I see poets writing self-referentially about poetry instead of using their art to comment about the world in general. If those references were changed to something about art or expression in general, I think it would be a stronger piece.
The word 'men', positioned as it is after 'poets', elicits a low feminist growl in my throat. But maybe I'm missing some irony.
Yeh, I know, it's just your self-expression. But you've got comments enabled, and it's an interesting poem, so...
Poets ARE cowards. I write about my world. I'm surrounded by cowards. Myself included.
'the good poets
have found god
and given up
the drink'
It is reference to someone who I consider the best poet in this town.
'glorified
hype men
of the western front'
But poetry is over-hyped.
Your interpretation is very far from my meaning. But that's not a bad thing.
Thanks for the feedback.
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