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Turning Over Tables
(Poem dedicated to the Liverpool Tate art gallery which has chosen to buy and display this piece of abusive exploitative art)
Sometimes I wonder if I'm wearing the right glasses
wrong glasses
wrong lens
or wrong vision?
All around me
people see things
differently -
depersonalise
rationalise
intellectualise
forgive
the unfo...
Monday 16th September 2013 3:21 pm
Metaphor
No longer do we slice, strangle
bludgeon or burn victims
upon our godly altars
live offerings for appeasement or power.
Death for personal gain.
Yet behind intimate walls
with calculated cruelty
daily
we sacrifice child, partner, parent
upon slabs of self-interest.
Not much different -
‘Death for personal gain.’
……...
Monday 16th September 2013 1:01 pm
The Addict
It’s only one more
What harm will it do?
If you really loved me like I do with you
Then you’d let me just have it, no fussing or fighting,
Not sitting here giving me daggers, me lightning
And watching me suffer; I’ll make this the last,
I promise from this day forward I’ll fast
I’ll become a new man; just you wait and see,
But for now will you not be a bastard to me
And just h...
Wednesday 8th May 2013 11:12 am
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