aint u + sickly concrete pink

u killd my fear
dont think it wz her twisting amplified muthas foot off in th sewerpipe
bullets carving legs sholdas
sistas hed swell xplode liquid+bone
dont think.
miteve bin buzzrumble constant machinery shake howlenginges
faces kit heavy yung+pale
or crouch silence feet in stinking water w8
soldiers r echoed breath shuffle pulse 2u.

4 kids were drownd in waste so u cdnt capture
i sin ur shackles + gurneys goggles deprivation im just.
ur not nearly afraid enuf dont wantcha dollarplacebo comfort
even ur cctv-irisscan-sdi-cia-toiletflush-walmart-nike-alleymcfukkingbeal
r enemy sleep w/u @ nite + u neva no ur gunna wake­ i want.
i wanna b afraid agen.
no capitulation prostitution tourist ded generation freetrade democracy peace ½ century+mor landmines ordnance english-spoken-here benetton gap pepsi smackdonalds.

not shrapnel in th face so u wdnt no
not hous in flames so u wdnt no
refugee prisoner amputee widow.
½ shadow plae next 2 shotbody afta rain we tried 2 move + droppt fired @ agen.
3 days there bruise sleepsherds tired sound blurring smear thru eyelids
+ shok rself wake
now + now.


D'oh! I've had this as a single poem for a few days - sorry if I've caused any confusion by the sudden apparent lurch in subject matter. S'okay now.


sickly concrete pink

aerosol me lacquer smooth solvent
sweet +suck th fumes - i cant
get hi but if u lick my bac it'll choke u.
strip 4u (+ th roomful) scratch
my left foot pressurd in skin - redden
swell then break+bleed dont stop
itching. bola sticky gutsful
pause+surge oesophagus retreat
tight vomit glueskinnd ball
lk insectgrub. cn smel it i'm linoleum
acetone sugar coughing up shreds
strings of fixative cling lumps on teeth.
cant breathe cant b still fluorescent buzz
blurrd long xposure bleedin from my nose
threading my tong my tong fls clingfilm
coated. fall asleep on th toilet in work -
today's hospital even jus' sat
on th bus - fluid settld in joints
lk i died - fingaz go numb stomachpump
distant mor fumble than i woke up shaky.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Your poem, Ain't You, really grabbed my attention. it's very thought provocing. i don't know why i like it so much, but i do. there are a lot of good concepts and ideas portrayed within it. i appreciate the feeling and emotion put into it.
Matt Dalby said…
Thanks, I appreciate that. I think it works better than some of my other 'political' pieces because it's more personalised. Like a lot of pieces on similar topics I've tried to work from witness testimony, and find a few 'hooks' that will grab the reader.

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