Earth [I]A Poem by Raef C. BoylanThey were right about this planet, you know: ‘tis a flat-screen and we droop across its landscape like the dregs of a 3am house party [idly picking at cardboard and sucking burnt cheese from its nails]; exhausted but triumphant to be awake in unnatural light. Dim glow buzzes through the ashtrays and grease and our stares are those of zombies or babies, unable to support our own skulls or do anything constructive without being prodded. Disaster strikes and we swap it for the more digestible colours of cartoon energy; continents could crumble and we would merely change channel. Doesn’t the entire West [secretly] wish for an international remote control, silence the too-complex; the it’s-all-our-fault-I-guess; ourselves…overall, this big global mess?
© 2009 Raef C. BoylanAuthor's Note
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Added on July 15, 2009Last Updated on July 15, 2009 AuthorRaef C. BoylanCoventry, UK, United KingdomAboutHey there. RAEF C. BOYLAN Where Nothing is Sacred: Volume One www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/where-nothing-is-sacred-volume-i/1637740 I can also .. more..Writing
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