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Lexomat
by Laura DoomI have an idea
though not exactly new;
it's all been said before
done to death, resurrected, but still
demanding to be aired, hung out
on a fine line to give the neighbours
dirty laundry worthy
of a shrug, perhaps an eyebrow raised,
or just the old, familiar shoulder
packing ice and moving well away.
I have a voice
a pitch for markets trading
guilt-edged insecurities,
stock phrases in volume
and shared expedience.
An eye for an I, a nose
for filth, a deafness
not so profound that it muffles
my instinct to follow the herd.
In brief, I'm fresh
out of seminal ways
in which to dress
material beyond the stale:
load machine
default programme
rinse and spin
don't want the fabric stretched
or colours running wild.
Highs and lows, agitation
tumble dies, anticipation;
now my head is swimming
like a metaphor on acid
egocentrifugal forces crushing
misconception's bastard child
until its blood is drained;
plug pulled, pieces drop
into line, the cycle is complete.
Appliance of science in strokes
of artistic genius. All that remains
is to watch paint dry.
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Complete wash-out. What else can I use
to splice up this monologue...
OMG! A blender -- now we're talking.
Character assassination.
Where's that copy of the Qur'an?
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Doomed Enterprises Presents
Heh, Lobby Lite
No, surely that can't be right?
A shame -- I was so looking forward
to a pastoral barbecue.
Still, a cold platter beats the hell
out of a movable feast, I guess.
And food for thought
to be preserved -- pass me that disc,
I think I'll burn a copy.09/11/2010 Posted on 09/11/2010
Copyright © 2024 Laura Doom
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 09/12/10 at 05:02 PM ... outstanding..... |
| Posted by Ulyss Rubey on 09/12/10 at 09:21 PM What you do certainly has not been done to death.
Don't stop. You can hang your laundry on my line any time. ;) |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/13/10 at 11:25 PM ...laura, you will never cease to amaze me et al. with your skill to wearout the language in such a wonderous way. touche! touche! |
| Posted by Richard Vince on 09/14/10 at 06:39 PM vintage Doom. :) marvellous stuff. |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 09/16/10 at 03:31 AM I feel like I just read your inner monologue as sanity slipped out from beneath you. And I found it extraordinarily entertaining. You should go bonkers more often; I'm a fan. |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 09/21/10 at 07:48 PM stale? this is anything but! and like anita said, go bonkers more often, it's a lot of fun. |
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