by Richard » Tue Oct 03, 2006 7:29 pm
Well the silence I take as tacit encouragement. It will be nice to get this monkey off my back. Its parochial or is it Larkin?
In my defence I have found New Yorkers refreshingly open, the problem comes from trying to ring the country with the unemployable trying to do the impossible and only succeeding in pissing everyone off. UK TV seems to be a platform for Michael Moore at the moment. I started this close to the anniversary of 9/11
Hi Jacked Half Verse
Streets queue, red brick lined, my terrace eyed home.
Tossed, stained mattress thrown, over last terms dreams.
Here, a cotoneaster, overgrown
can happily be. A church looms, and seems
run aground, some time ago on ridges grey
that gather the gloom. Up to the high street
loud with light; Chinese, Indian, latte.
My pizza packed alive! Western eyes meet,
A snap joke cracked, his get yet, less yet more
Oriental. Accented attitude
rooted through, red black country clay. Unsure
disorientated while eating food
my way irongated. Trash can – and does over
spill coughing U.S. tradenames, wrapped or trapped
round railings strain, oil stained bushes Shroud cover
power blinded one way allies. You crapped
with supine shadows, ‘twixt the twin towers
of the Eastgate pillars, where zealots rule.
What wounded beast by barricades cowers?
Could it be a continental faith school?
From the low terrace opposite I hear the silent alarm
Of waters melting.
I was thinking of making it 2997 words (the total fatalities ?)and spreading it over 2 pages, the text consolidated to form, oh you've guessed it. And I have been to ground zero, and I can type the name George W Bush, just.