Tuesday 20 December 2011

We Leave

We leave these boxes of the mind
your circles and your triangles
Your matrices and graphs we find
as bankrupt as financials

Your spreadsheet mesh is shutting down
Your currencies are paper thin
Your boundaries are banished now
They vanished in a blink

Your sharp lapels are fading fast
The earth shook out your gridlines
Regard your buildings washing past
the lilting twisted pylons

Your chessboard mind recedes from view,
Your cubicles have crumpled
Your margins slipped away from you,
your lines of thought all jumbled

The sunlight’s warped your frame of mind
The stucco’s rent with wrinkles
Your cornerstones and paradigms
are sinking into shingle

Your numbers fail to match the count
You’ve lost the beat, your rhythm’s late
The infinite has looped you round
and tightens like a ratsnake

We leave you in your office blocks
We’re off to see the trees
Goodbye to your atomic clocks
and death to all geometry!

Sunday 18 December 2011

A threat

There’s no indication
no rhyme and no reason
for the unease you’re feeling.
We’re coming to getchya.

How will you know
the time or the place?
When the sense of your doom
is less than a whisper
Just the deeper chord rumbling
‘We’re coming to getchya’.

In your waking unconscious
you’re running like mad
But you know that we’re faster
We’re coming to getchya

On page or on foot?
the terror progressing
Could be totally abstract
the way that we’re coming.
But of one thing be sure
We’re coming to getchya.

Leaping and bounding,
vertical heights
mean nothing to us.
We’re coming to getchya.

Frantically checking the chessboard scores,
the CO2 and the weather report.
Is it the pharaoh’s curse or the frankenfoods?
Time’s nearly up but if only you knew
our identity. When, where, why and who?
All the better for us.
We’re coming to getchya.

Double entendres or frightened dogs’ whimpers?
Where are the warnings of the dread you can feel?
Which should one fear? The noise or the silence?
Hurry up fast
We’re coming to getchya.

 
Racking your brain
for the devils you know…
Sorry, too late

Face us
We’re here