currents and
crosscurrents
in the maelstrom of this vivid morning
in it's restlessness stillness beating
on the door to come in
smuggled in the tips of pencils in
the spheres of ball
point pens
verbs
and nouns congregate
a quiet coalition of corridors
arrange themselves around you
some kind of
embrace takes place
some kind of grace
offers it's hand it's window it's desk
and rests
diodes composed in rows
of uniform current
electrons speak
terminal to terminal
language seeps from cables
from chairs and tables secret
conversations machinations
they
plot
amongst the rot
of our festering values to impart their
frustrations their
observations I wish they could
speak the teak
table top and it's compadres
their
eyewitness accounts
of our
tendency to dodge profundity
in favour of ease the trees fuck
they could talk
of the way we walk...by
they haven't considered taxidermy
death by needle clean and legal
sell the heads
of the dead
to oligarchs to basking sharks
eager
to hang their status on a wall
blind
to the blood spilling drip drip drop
onto mahogany furniture
the maid wipes it clean every morning before thawing
her heart
on a radiator her needs greater
numb must drum
her pulse from time to time
an anticrime
as some might say
3 comments:
surreal a bit with a wicked flow....
Wow. Polyrhythms and internal rhyme soften us up for the sucker punch, the most fantastically subversive line I've read all year: Trees as superior beings; the cruelty we inflict on all species has not occurred to them to do to us. This surely is the intention in the approach to the idea of furniture as taxidermied flora, given that the trees are the subject in the three consecutive clauses "the trees fuck" "they could talk of the way we walk by" "they haven't considered taxidermy". The economic dichotomy in the closing passage ('oligarchs' vs the subjugated 'maid') then reminds us of the cruelty that we inflict on and co-opt our own species into as well. And then that idea, too, is taken to a whole other level: the blood on wood imagery and the metaphysical suffering of the domestic worker both beg the question - Are we not in fact crucifying the working class? Awesome piece.
Timo your a gem x
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