Jan Miklaszewicz's Blog, page 12

THE GREAT DIVIDE

We’ve been through highs together, we’ve been through lows, 
We’ve stunted each other, we’ve forced each other to grow, 
She’s carried our children, I’ve kept us in the black, 
I’ve pushed her to breaking point, and she’s pushed back, 
And you’d be excused for thinking we’ve got it made, 
But when a certain issue gets us in its claws, 
We both go deaf, we both go blind, 
We both betray our hearts and minds, 
In the service of a divisive and damaging cause. 

WHICH?

one looks inward  one looks out one believes they’re growing 
one has certainties one has doubts one writes shitty poems 

THE COUNT

five here, ah ah ah, seven more here, ah ah ah, five here, ah ah ah 

COME ON DOWN!

Calling all of those responsible for: 
Men’s skinny jeans, self-assessment forms, outsourced call centres, and selfie sticks, 
Murmurs in the audience, rattling of manacles, blade on the whetstone, snick snack snick, 
Oh, I can’t promise that it’ll be quick, 
and I can’t promise that it won’t hurt a bit, 
but I can promise that the ratings are gonna be sick. 

MANIFESTO

 This is our battle plan, 

our moral blueprint, our manifesto. 
We’ve checked out of your material world and we're ready to start forging your coffin nails. 
We sharpen our lances on your myth of celebrity, grow toxic cultures on your backhanders, decapitate your bankers and gnaw the flesh from their pudgy wee fingers. 
Health and safety inspectors hang like game from our rafters; influencers are promptly pulverised and used to fertilise our Triffids. 
Salesmen pound their fists against our cellar hatch: we feed them honey-glazed dog turds and thrash their genitals with rusty pawnshop golf clubs. 
Our gables are festooned with the entrails of lifestyle coaches. 
We’ve built a picket fence with the femurs of your executives and made ice picks of your Jimmy Choos. 
We work day and night, our disbelief no longer suspended but shattered on the ground. 
Our eyes are fire pits, our mouths rifle barrels, our hearts supernovas. 
And we’ll turn you inside out: darken our doorway at your peril. 

EQUILIBRIUM

Drown like Narcissus, wither up in the desert, or tao the damned line. 

GONE

You're gone, there's no you, there's no foot in the shoe, 
Sure, I'll take your money down to the shop and pick up your bottles of bargain red, though they might as well be the bullets that blow the brains out the top of your head,   
And you don't drink from them, darling, they drink from you, 
I miss you, at least I think I do, but memory's not as we like to think, from stagnant pools we ought not drink, and were you kind, and did you care, did you wash the fag smoke from your hair?   
And you don't drain them, darling, they drain you, 
There's no life in you, soul in you, alcohol stole from you, addled your mind and corroded a hole in you, broke your teeth, stained your words, buried its hand in you, poisoned the guards, let your spirit abandon you, 
And you didn't finish them, darling, they finished you. 

KARMA

It has two edges: one for everybody else and one for yourself. 

BINGE

For the foreseeable future, Doctor Thanatos is in charge: he’s drugged the ward manager and strapped him to the bed; Sister Sentiment is gagged and bound in the sluice room; Nurse Consequences has a scalpel in her head, 
He’s having himself a time at the nurses station, with his filthy one-liners and his feet up on the desk, a litre bottle of vodka three thirds empty, and the dispensary cupboard broken and bereft, 
And you’re welcome to pay a visit if you wish, could be a lot of fun, could be a nightmare too, cos you’ll remember every lie he tells you, and half of them  will turn out to be true. 

GENERALITIES

When we say men this or women that, we’re taking on half of the world.