White Collar League Table Effluent
Translucent figures command obedience to unknowns and
tablatures certainly not welcome. Those caught contractually
are motioned by the process as precious metals warp against
curves and are dehydrated by the most precise machined edges.
Political games are crushed between four walls, or excuse for
missing salient points. The sound of broken news, of rapid cell
multiplication, and such regretless pain devices are applied to
squeeze with sheer violence the luminous sweet fluid. They
climb the apple trees, scrump ripened fruits left rotting in the
orchard mulch, whilst scant pips are enveloped by our mother’s
arms and blessed by the sun to grow into something that could
be, except though, for the chomping of high-rise psychopaths.
All life is pulped into uneven soil, the phone rings off the hook for
spacious rooftop views across lush oasis of city populate.
Suburban Insurance Scam Cash-In
I whisper into my ears that there is nothing left to hold.
Music plays quietly, all stooped postures are punished.
Life's privilege is raked into the cloying earth giving
nourishment for crimson plants so selfish for the light.
Competition is boring. I'd rather be an everglade crocodile
waiting for a buoyant warm body to violently savage.
If the water is salted, maybe I can float. If I hold this metal
maybe I can sink to the bottom; my father’s bicycle did?
It is a project of deceit dressed as art. It's the constant nag
of a tail eager to be fussed. It is all those slogans we find
humming in our own rusted garbage cans. It's a feeling
that despite all this knowledge you've been taken for
a fool. When books go rotten, the pretend ones always
reek the worst, the graduating stench of a lonely magpie.
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Stuart McPherson is a prize-winning poet & graphic artist from the UK. Stuart's latest collection, a collaboration with best friend, Aaron Kent, is titled 'All Empty Vessels' and was published in May 2024.
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