Saturday, March 9, 2013

New Poem

One Scream

There’s  two screens
One watching us watching you
The other a blank
We should have a gun for melody
As we sink this ship as we
Throw life lines
Like caution, to the wind
Keep it simple
Follow your instinct
We are extinct
Before we know
Go with the flow like dead fish
And the latest a tax
Distracted from the dream degrees from the ideal home
Exhibition stuff
The land's cabin 13
Room for one ‘o‘ one
Tug ‘o’ war man ‘o’ war
There’s a harsh edge to this taste
A machine gunfire the latest light. 


Dominic Rivron said...

Very topical in an impressionistic way. Do they have a Poet Laureate in Ireland? If so you should be it.

Totalfeckineejit said...

Ha Ha Ha! Thanks Dominic!!

Jim Froggatt said...

When I was a lad poetry used to rhyme. But as modern stuff goes I must say I like this.

I'm 80, you know. My daughter's just given me her old laptop and got me on the internet. It's incredible all the stuff you can see on it.

These things that say prove you're not a robot are a pain in the arse though. A bit like the tests they give you at the doctors to prove you've not lost your marbles.

Totalfeckineejit said...

THanks Jim! Enjoy your surfing!!

The Weaver of Grass said...

Do hope these comments come through on your e mail address as I just cannot remember either your e mail or your surname!!
Love to hear from you via my blog - thought I had lost touch with you forever.
I presume you drink the Daquiris anmd put the water on your wrists.

Totalfeckineejit said...

Whatever floats yer boat Weaver! I swim in Daiquiris and put manacles on my wrists.
Hope you are all well?!