23 June 2011
Amon Ra
16 June 2011
Confidentially
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May I just say, strictly in confidence you understand - just between you and I, and I would not dream of saying this to another living soul, but with circumstances being what they are I really feel I must say something. Heaven knows I don’t like to pry; I wouldn’t want anyone to think I was sticking my nose in where it doesn’t belong. I’m not one for tittle tattle, I’m no gossip, but I’m bound to say and with a certain amount of justification, I think that you’ll agree, that something must be said. With the situation being what it is, and it’s for that reason only, I think I can confide in you – I can confide in you? Good, well as you know it’s being going on for some time now and I feel it’s time someone said something, don’t you? Far be it from me to judge, it’s hardly a question of blame, it’s just that things have reached a point where someone must say something. I think that it might be good to get things out in the open. I’m sure you agree that it just can’t go on like this indefinitely and sooner or later someone will have to speak out and while I’m reluctant to be that person, it’s hardly a task I relish, I think that time has come. I’m sure you can see that beating about the bush can only prolong the matter and there is no point in postponing the inevitable. You do agree, don’t you? I’m glad we understand each other. I can see we have reached an understanding – no need to say anymore. Mum’s the word, you can trust me. I won’t say a dicky bird; this will not leave this room. Thank you for hearing me out. I’m so glad to have gotten that off my chest.
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30 May 2011
Opium
11 May 2011
Idiot Lanterns
billions of captive domiciles
are strung with idiot lanterns
triumphantly spewing
discount entertainment
at competitive prices
an entire planet
is enthralled
by simulation
and illusion
24/7
30 days
30 rock
48 hours
60 minutes
8 simple rules
$64,000 questions
for the American idle
“I’m a non-entity,
get me out of here!”
bleach me
with the cathode raygun
marinade my brain
in the irrelevant and inane
talk show raconteurs
with lightweight banter
enliven Saturday night specials
with polished mediocrity
they stunt my mojo
with their novocaine lines
I’ve been broken
on the wheel of fortune
I am the weakest link
America’s next biggest loser
fired into my demographic
slot machine
I hit the jackpot
when they bound my imagination
with cable and tangled me up
with a million channels
I could drown myself in
they have delivered unto me
an important message
from my sponsor;
“Everyone who visits your toilet
is judging you”
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