The air conditioning is pulling at my teeth
I can taste the gun metal beneath my tongue
and those sterile choices laid before me
like a closed test paper I'm waiting to sit
little reward for not falling into debt
or maintaining my weight on a modest income
This celebrity status eats at my longing
I hunger for an unwanted break
from the arrogance I exhibited in '91
eighteen was such an embittered age
Friday, 16 October 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
The background design for this blog is based on a 1962 Czeckoslovakian road map. I have a fascination with maps and layout of information. Maps present a frozen snapshot in time, much like a poem. Maps don't offer up directions, they show many routes we could take. The colours in this map and the tree like structures reminded me of Mondrian’s art.
0 comments:
Post a Comment