Corporeal Longings: The Carrot Stick Of Appearances
The sun sinks slowly into the sea, or so it seems.
Distant dreams, distant dreams
The poet rants on: endless variations, rancid themes,
Stagnant streams.
The tide ebbs quickly in the dusk, but soon will flow
Wash 'n go, wash 'n go
The night-time pace is faster, and the daylight slow
With Theban flow.
The city pulses with the life of ants, dimly drawn
Curtains torn, curtains torn,
As if by a cactus cold and calmly wrenched from lawn
Untimely born
The glue sticks like to like and yet it does not adhere
To the rules, to the rules,
It forces us an undecided middle course to steer
Between the schools
The rodent links its artiface to mine, unlike yours
Gridlocked teeth, gridlocked teeth,
The waves crash on relentlessly, burnishing the shores
And sands beneath.
| Contributors: | KT, TG, The Agent Apsley, P, fester, Grayman. |
| Poem finished: | 3rd March 2000. |