Friday 14 August 2015

SOME QUESTIONS




sober
is
its
own
mad high / my thorazine voice echoes 
flat
raw
unmixed unbonus track - thru smoke / always smoke
on
the
fuckstreets of nowhere 21C

straight and unfiltered - the noise is quiet 
distant
subdued
still lurid / bold but dulled

i ask who painted flowers that technicolor hangover shade ?

and
the
guy
from work in the high street / Down Town Fucktown 7 pm
holding
white
wine - my comedown booze / who made him go to Spain
and
coloured 
him 
brown ?
and 
who strapped that epic gut on the beast ?


 from thedish.plated.com

1 comment:

  1. "Some Questions" intrigued me from the title onward. Clear, precise language about a rough time - with absolutely no self-pity - this poem maintains control and dignity during a period where the brain is askew. A difficult stance for any writer to take - moved me. Joseph Hargraves

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