Thursday 13 January 2011

fish

an empty bag of crisps
a poem about you
me
the whole damn universe

and
fish
they have
feelings
too

the dog at the table
a man in a suit
selling
selling
sold

a life without meaning
and dreams that
lead back to
hurt

they talk about nothing
but beauty is a
killer is a slut
while brains
mashed and
governments
clamp loud mouths
shut