Musik: Surgery - Jack Off Jill
Kleiden: KISS t-shirt, denim shorts, lacy tights and odd socks
Filme: It's a Wonderful Life (Capra)
Buchen: Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
So, this poem was inspired by a friend of mine. I say inspired in the loosest sense of the word - I came up with the title in conversation with him. The poem has not all to do with him, really. It's about artifice, I think. It's called Canal-Walker Rorster and this is the second draft; it may yet be improved. I'm thinking about re-posting poems if I do further drafts, actually because a few of the poems on here are from early drafts and have improved since. I'll see how that goes.
Why
Do you wander so?
What
Drew you to this path?
Where
Will your journey take you?
When
Can you stop this fruitless plight?
How
Does the still water gratify you?
Like a straight and narrow abyss…
The homes of the lost
Flounder up and down their steady way,
Soulless glass eyes,
Gaudy attire,
Rotten at the base.
But you’re peripheral ;
Along the stony path, you watch,
Listen to the filthy black ditch
Slopping up the banks,
Behind the soft hum of traffic.
This urban nature,
This man-made pasture-
Is it all that you can bear?
Our domain is concrete, plastic, polyester
We do not belong to earth, wood, grass…
But this controlled allowance
Of artificial supply meets artificial demand-
If we control the uncontrollable
How may we be stopped?
Great destroyers; wildfire
We spread and spread and spread
We spread until we’re dead
And then we sink like lead
And will not dissolve.
We’re more permanent than ever,
A finger on the choke hold-
She’s choking, gasping, gulping
Vomiting, decaying, deteriorating
And you’re laughing, laughing , laughing…
This perfectly hideous artifice;
Grotesque synthetic beauty-
It is enough for you,
Canal walker.
