January 2012
December 2011
“Damn that television … what a bad picture!”
“Don’t get upset, It’s not a major disaster”.
“There’s nothing on tonight”, he said, “I don’t know what’s the matter!”
“Nothing’s ever on,” she said, “so … I don’t know why you bother.”
We’ve heard this little scene, we’ve heard it many times.
…
a projection shimmering slightly
is all that remains in you of me
left the team it’s plain to see
perfect time to add insult to injury
and my insides turn to stone
at a pace
a pace
you can’t detect on my face
exomorphic sliding through the telephone
standing still while you slowly deface
and it’s plain to see
you will never let this be
parading illusions harden my skin to survive
down in the land where madmen thrive
truth is a crime, i seek to connive
fuck it, we’ll do it live
and my insides turn to stone
at a pace
a pace
you can’t detect on my face
exomorphic sliding through the telephone
standing still while you slowly deface
and it’s plain to see
you will never let this be