He sits
in his head, a thought
trapped
that if escaped brings
unintended consequence
They sit
listening
perhaps it will go
a possibility
in existence
He sits
in his head, a thought
trapped
that if escaped brings
unintended consequence
They sit
listening
perhaps it will go
a possibility
in existence
Very nice.
The voice of the help from outside. Not directed at or against him
the voice was engaged in
private chat
of the sort that was possible when you had no concern of your world
He had no concern either
had barriers, though
but that was the norm.
Still, it was Tuesday so perhaps
They’s let him play a record
or make a record
the longest fucking time in the place without going off track
but even if it was possible
he didn’t think that they’d believe it
Please ring his mobile
requested again
and then some
on voice and e
mails throughout the day
and she
looks away
nervous as to the call
the cause known
in mind at least
People create societies because they want to belong. There’s strength, see, in numbers and a shared opinion that saves you from thinking for yourself.
A contact of mine, who fancies himself as a bit of a wag, created the misanthropic society. And he asked me to join.
Such an invitation created a distopia of feelings. Whilst its nice to be asked to join a group, no matter how facile the subject matter might be (or, in this case, perhaps how anti-facile since it involves avoiding the majority of the gene pool in acknowledgement of their inadequacies), extending such an openness would be missing the point. And from the very people who are supposed to embrace misanthropia.
I clearly cannot join a misanthropic society that has any members. Membership is contact, human contact, and an acceptance of value. I cannot be part of this.
and then?
we looked over
he called
you and
the group left
to a cafe void
trapped on a trip
for the journey home
Amended 16 November 2015
They say that ambition is good, and that you should
work hard now
so that later,
you can work harder
at a bigger desk
and
for more money
They say that
this
is chasing the dream
and that you should
live it now
before
its too late
They judge on
money, and
class, first,
appearances
and
inherited meaning
In Barnsley, dogs don’t walk.
At the end of another day, in th equiet off the alleyways, the side streets, and in the ginnels – and in the most lonesome and empty rooms of the houses – the universe unwinds. The noise is like the all the conversations you’ve ever heard, all the sounds of the day, slowly being reversed, out and in again, the sound of a giant’s great slumber. You mustn’t wake the giant, for he needs his rest
Some forget this. And when it happens, the giant deals with interruptions – say, the child who wonders about his parents’ house after they have gone to sleep – with quiet efficiency.
go hunting, then
to search out
in
and thereabouts
for whatever
and however
the point being yours
hide, then
from certain truth
or dare
to dream about, or
live
in times
places
yours alone
again
I
it
wit
twit