Stuffed in designer hot pink velour sweat pants
advice against medical research flip sides of beef.
Appearances topped by like tight minded singlets,
investing waste within a universe of perverse rude wealth programs.
Fried stares from Escobar's aunties, laden cows simmer down
brims of venom, disease adorned in bright yellow gold chains,
sovereign rings, and talismans 'crusted with precious stones
robbed from The Victims.
Smoked-out on account of Midas De Luxe; you know,
a dealer metered by Gibson, The Marshall of Stars.
Took them down on a whim that's plain as day;
enforcing Dark Nights, imprisoned agents for Insanity As Slaves.
An affliction that becomes me calls Addiction.
Infiltration follows signs by Forty Thieves,
clarifies my descriptions up above, specifically recoding ways
to listen in on chat-shows, baring news
from the radio...chinese whisper surrendered places
I was once welcomed in. It's a judgmental thing;
fundamental bling raising bile from the dead-beat lead-heads,
never been attached to their feet,
never mind hands thrown in despair,
the only spark was
**'I was here', but now I'm gone, 'cos I disappear!'
Dragged along by the chassis of Loop Understood;
in a caravan looking mean man, shifting shapes.
Make no mistake, Brands of blight score high with hype'
made for all new measures,
linking oil spills as accidents like with bruised skin,
disasters glint iridescent
but underneath, gulfed seas in trauma shrivel up in agony.
I am banned from my homeland, and odd affiliated countries;
blamed partly for their terrible deeds.
Thank fuck for that, by that I mean Salute the Troupes!
Saviours from the mobs of neighbours -
intent on tearing many limb from limb;
and my arms were in the firing range, because they saw
Chief's Monster Helicopter parked discreetly in the garden.
Showcase visited with cantaloupes
en route to feed the horses; that triggered greed
wanting a piece of hoodoo-meet in the cave like We,
tripped on 'green purring eyes' chanting raps, enraged
about tongues in traps,
jerking truth in the throes of torturous death.
Oh, behold great litanies held secretly 'by dolls'
and splinter groups of Wind
Who Cannot Be Named.
Connections with resistance warrants cull without a brief.
I'm on my knees but out of chains, so nearly free; what a relief.
Across the border with a circus full of freaks,
so let me tell you about Spooky Situation...
'he can handle a pistol', but when 'the junk keeps coming
there's nothing he can do
but bury The Marriage Certificate' and lie in wait;
the curse of Alchibiades preying heavily on him.
**paraphrasing Jimmy Cliff in The Harder They Come, a brilliant film and song (see/hear in the notes)
Author notes
polly filla
** http://youtube.com/watch?v=xGE4dnrPPZQ
(*"this carry go bring come my dear, brings misery" http://www.lyricsandsongs.com/song/565923.html )
A tribute to the mighty Ishmael Reed's Yellow Back Radio Broke-Down http://daphne.palomar.edu/rlatas/ho/100/reedwrittin.htm
mixed a little with my most recent read, Delirium by Laura Restrepo http://books.guardian.co.uk/reviews/generalfiction/0,,2204752,00.html )
A contest entry
- Reunite with Old Friends by Suzanne Dia.
4375 points, ended February 5, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - The Dashboard Melted but We Still had the Radio by BonneNuit.
1750 points, ended May 28, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
tell me exactly what you think; no holds barred!
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naked lunch? got rid of my cold symptoms for a minute ..amazing..
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'cold symptoms' on a Monday
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No really had flu, was fevery , you know man flu an when I read it they went for a minute.
That pics at bottom of my road.
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I still love this..
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I did not read through all the links in your notes for a simple reason. I'm a person that likes to discover what I can just by reading. And let me say I think this poem was beyond exceptional! Through the whole thing, whether this is right or wrong for the intended, I felt a strong presence of protest in the world. I could sense a lot of metephoric use that threw me in several different directions to see hundreds of different oppositions. It was though I was lost in all of the confusing dilemas, but at the same time I could figure it all out very clearly. Awesome work, I must say. Thank you for sharring this!
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thank you very much, Dr.
I'm glad you didn't have to click on the links to understand, but I had to put them up, as I'm a name-check obsessive
(I'm still shifting the format about; some of the lines tail off annoyingly, but I've messed about with it so much, it's taking ages to align now)
thanks again for your attention
[edit] I've finished shifting the lines around now
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I loved the internal rhyme you included, the alliteration, and the play on words, all really very clever. That combined with the information you provided (which confirmed that I GOT this
) really drew me into this.
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thanks Suzanne I'm glad you got something, as I was worried it might be a load of bull'
great idea for a contest; it's an outlet for the impression these books/songs left on me...
you ask in your notes for 'the character' and I haven't really used a character from either of the books as a voice, rather, it's my own voice after being filtered through both books
with a realisation that the subject is greed
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