Girl Oxymoronic

Voices
You know that ringing sound that you will perceive when you are in a very quiet area? Some people say this is an auditory-illusion brought about the ear’s inability to detect frequencies below the threshold of the human senses. This is completely wrong. That ringing covers up something else altogether. If you are quick, patient, and maybe a little lucky, you will be able to hear past the ringing. What you will hear are voices whispering to each other. They will silence themselves quickly but with practice, you will become more adept at catching and interpreting what they are saying. You will hear things of the past, the present, and the future. However, you must be careful. Because there is no such thing as a voice without a body.

And when you start noticing them, they will start noticing you.

http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/2klvzj/voices.pen.io/


Erm

When the poet cannot write

the poet should write about it

Wake up in inspiration’s bed and scream

the sour morning breath of inertia away

before she pre-empts, precludes, perforates, panics, prunes and punishes

her thoughts

finding insult in the laughter of her own humour

Is this a challenge of honesty or has she grown weary of it’s lilt?

The jazz now sounds like country;

the semolina now takes like sago;

the cassis now smells like marmite.

Must she analyse it, make a science of it?

Make a stupid list

to feel finished and unfinished

1. Today my words are just words and how depressing it is…


Heroes

Never meet your heroes

when they have facial wipes

wrapped around digits

dulling their sheen with alcohol

Don’t mistake the glass of water

as a welcoming gesture

it’s for the old dentures

These heroes are timeless

it’s a shame about the enamel

As PeggySue and the Pirates wobbled Superman

up close it is a wrinkly maverick

all underpants and tears

And what on earth will you talk about?

annoying yourself with chatter as he plucks the hairs from his knuckles…

The hero is not a man of words

so the next time you meet one

lay down twisted

feigning forlorn

whisper backwards into your nostrils

let that face flush, eyes water

As he fumbles to your rescue

shaking the webs from his cape the shape

he makes before dipping you up,

will look something like an autograph