Welcome to the corner. I have playing around with pics, thought this was an interesting pic and did a wee thing for this poem. I also crashed photoshop and can't fix the misspelling. Somehow, it almost seems apropos. It also happens to be a short story in search of a different name. Similar to the poem, but.. different. Anywho, it's my blog, and I thought I would mix the short story pic with the poem. The story is still in progress, has been for years. The poem was written about '93 or '94. The story started a couple years later. Yeah.. it takes awhile for most things..
But here we are, the stool is set, the spot light is burning, time to lay it down for ya..
Two Dimensional Cutouts
A tuneless band of facades
experiment in performance art;
searching for a gimmick
with an indifferent lust,
living in the dream
of rotting mediocrity.
Shattering the wanderlust
with psychopathic arrogance,
the four mirrored placards
ravage their territory
with ruthless ignorance;
exposing personal voids.
Searching for any answer
to the meaning of life,
they channel hopes and dreams
into the passion of the beat,
screaming their dying agony
to a crowd already numb.
Comments