day's dawning, skin's crawling
__pure morning
- Placebo, 'Pure Morning'
who is ever still,
__here in the live feed?
(could go every way)
peering at decisions,
__drinks list
she pierces the yolk-bubble,
__dribbles yellow
everyone loves to be ignored,
__nonchalant or chalant,
____swooping on ignorance
days when you don’t want your name
__associated
the future’s correct,
__be so sure
fiction wins
'augmented reality'
__a letdown
____(teleprompter ≠ teleporter)
night opens to speed
__farms out fragments
____raided by addicts
placebo’s pure morning
__a tweaker anthem,
____meth’s power ballad
crystal methamphetamine,
__a naked eraser
Friday, November 20, 2009
power ballad (2009)
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I love that song, I love it, and your poem is supreme, I think that everybody talks in a way that they do not communicate to the other
ReplyDeletetherefore they are asking to be ignored, it is implicit in their (no)communication. People do not want to be heard, they just want to talk
It is a great song. And I know exactly what you mean about talk, talk, talk.
ReplyDeleteIt's great to see you back in the blogosphere, Mariana. :)