All entries for Sunday 27 November 2005
November 27, 2005
Distraction
How can I concentrate?I’ve left the lights off in the living room.
On my thumb-
Printed PC screen
Stick men quench
Their thirst for fire,
And polar bears
Wiggle
Their
round
Arses.
To make matters worse
The radio sings to t-t-t-t-touch me
In Mexican
And
Next door a madman recites
French poetry,
Swears aloud
And calls me ‘Matey’.