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Early nineties, they found a box behind reception labelled ‘lost anatomy’ opens it, finds his voice. They took our sounds for granted and crossed the lines ‘till the only thing our lips could do was flail, they plugged us in with wires but no amps, back into the whitewashed walls and tied us up in graffitied corners, all the places where political shadows do nothing but lull out anaesthetic. Mocked scenes from final destination, the one where the subway train collides encounters America’s tired hum and buzz. The television upchucks static and we don’t know why it’s still switched on. A child’s hand reaches out and plucks a seashell from an afro, tries to hear the sea. Looping, rippling and losing his rights each time a wave hits the shore. The invisible nooses around our fingers rifle through an open book. They told us that that much candy can rot your teeth and the hand works its way up a room with a view where tights aren’t tight but no one ever notices the old man at closing time, crying at the clocks.
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Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 11:10 AM UTC
jodie-whitchurch
Your turn Malcolm X (Constituent, Subatomic Particles)
Early nineties, they found a box behind reception labelled ‘lost anatomy’ opens it, finds his voice. They took our sounds for granted and crossed the lines ‘till the only thing our lips could do was flail, they plugged us in with wires but no amps, back into the whitewashed walls and tied us up in graffitied corners, all the places where political shadows do nothing but lull out anaesthetic. Mocked scenes from final destination, the one where the subway train collides encounters America’s tired hum and buzz. The television upchucks static and we don’t know why it’s still switched on. A child’s hand reaches out and plucks a seashell from an afro, tries to hear the sea. Looping, rippling and losing his rights each time a wave hits the shore. The invisible nooses around our fingers rifle through an open book. They told us that that much candy can rot your teeth and the hand works its way up a room with a view where tights aren’t tight but no one ever notices the old man at closing time, crying at the clocks.
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