You're in love with a rotting Ginsberg
The desert's tanks are overturned
and your motifs are stale
Fooled into the belief that anyone cares
That clumsy wordplay is acceptable
or that your name carries weight
It's the same piece, week after week
With drugs in your system
and stoic aromanticism
How do you expect to write a novel
When ideas melt in tablespoons
or are blown in dusty clubs
You sit and watch rain fall in archaic gravel pits
By a window, long overdue for cleaning
and Jandek plays mournfully
Watch as that jaundice coloured sky opens
When the winds overturn dustbins
and form trash streams, ironic
Another languid day you waste on cannabis and ennui
Whilst the world burns; it's people raving
and the war is raging
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 10:08 AM UTC
You're in love with a rotting Ginsberg
The desert's tanks are overturned
and your motifs are stale
Fooled into the belief that anyone cares
That clumsy wordplay is acceptable
or that your name carries weight
It's the same piece, week after week
With drugs in your system
and stoic aromanticism
How do you expect to write a novel
When ideas melt in tablespoons
or are blown in dusty clubs
You sit and watch rain fall in archaic gravel pits
By a window, long overdue for cleaning
and Jandek plays mournfully
Watch as that jaundice coloured sky opens
When the winds overturn dustbins
and form trash streams, ironic
Another languid day you waste on cannabis and ennui
Whilst the world burns; it's people raving
and the war is raging
