on the track to the city
a snake says, ‘trust me’,
and what could be
simpler? it’s just an
advertisement, but
clearly everyone
is implicated
/ way the ads burst
volumed at our outer
skin to nudge the inner
what big hoofs more
than a little tampering
with our brittle
___________/ forever
surrounded by cranes
fishing for significance
they hold our dossiers
as if ‘connect’ means my
brand is your brand but
i can’t get no, no no no
Note: "i can’t get no, no no no" - The Rolling Stones, 'Satisfaction'.
As published in Snorkel #9, April 2009.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
repackaging 'evil' (2007)
Posted by Stu on 28.11.07
Categories: Poetry, Published poems
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