exaspéré, exaspéré! (brucevbracken) wrote in slamnation,
exaspéré, exaspéré!
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NINETEEN EIGHTYEAR

NINETEEN EIGHTYEAR

IT WAS A YEAR MADE OF SOLIDS,
MAGENTA SAT IN AS PATRON SAINT.
VERTICAL IN A CANDY SHELL,
WE WERE THE WALKING TOPIARIES.

MAGENTA SAT IN, PATRON SAINT,
CUTTING FIGURES, COLD AND BLEEDING WHITE.
WE WERE WALKING TOPIARIES,
GEOMETRY DANCING ON A STRING.

CUTTING FIGURES, COLD, BLEEDING WHITE,
DEAD ORCHESTRAS IN PLASTIC BOXES.
GEOMETRY DANCING ON STRINGS
TO THE PUNCH-BEAT OF THE OCTAGON.

DEAD ORCHESTRAS, PLASTIC BOXES,
WE HAD THE KEYS, THE LOOPSET, STUTTERS,
THE PUNCH-BEAT OF THE OCTAGON.
IN PASTEL CARDBOARD-SHOULDER COUTURE,

WE HAD KEYS, LOOPSETS AND STUTTERS.
IT WAS A YEAR OF LOUD ARGUMENTS,
WRITTEN BOLD TYPE ON OUR TORSOS,
ON PLASTIC SLEEVES, AND MADE UP FACES.

IT WAS A YEAR LOUD ARGUMENTS
CAME FROM WINDOW-SMASHING MANNEQUINS.
ON PLASTIC SLEEVES, MADE UP FACES,
WE WHORED OURSELVES TO REALPOLITIK.

FROM WINDOW-SMASHING MANNEQUINS
CAME MILLION-DOLLAR SACKCLOTH AND ASH,
WHORED THEMSELVES TO REALPOLITIK.
IT WAS THE YEAR OF THE ENGLISH STARS,

MILLION-DOLLAR SACKCLOTH AND ASH.
RAISED CASH FOR AFRICAN DICTATORS,
IN THE YEAR OF THE ENGLISH STARS.
WE WORE OUR HUMILITY IN VAIN.

© 2010 BRUCE V. BRACKEN

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