Nachtraeglichkeit
Snakes and rabbits perched on the rooftop
while a well pecked hatchling lies on the
staircase. Its breast ripped open and the
beak jammed open. There is a silence
in the courtyard that becomes more
noticeable the longer one looks at the beak.
♜ ♞ ♟
Along Queens Road, still potent feelings
of eroticism, exhilaration and comfort are
evident in my nervous system. Retracing my
steps, I am reminded that I would never
beg for affection. A decision that many would
struggle with in this age of presentism.
♜ ♞ ♟
The ruined library has seen better days.
Wet rot has rendered the shelves unstable,
with them contorting into various shapes.
By contrast, the books are in remarkable
shape. Some have even retained a fresh
smell in spite of the cobwebs.
♜ ♞ ♟
Near the coast, an endless array of tents made out
of flags fester along the hard shoulder, consisting of
remnants from the Greater War. Some merely stare at
their flags, while others try to articulate a sense of victory.
Smallpox is rampant throughout these little containments.
Their screams an endless gulder that bears little resemblance
to the piercing scream so ubiquitous throughout the culture.
♜ ♞ ♟
An endless wave of eyeless corpses flow
under the Albert Bridge. Any expressions
have been modified beforehand thanks to
surgery and the inevitability of history.
The flow is steady, and quite soothing
for the call centre jockey on lunch break.
♜ ♞ ♟
Most acts of remembering are interpretative,
driven by the needs of the present. A constant
battle of wits between your reactions and the
mechanics of a machine. The steering wheel the
difference between euphoria and collapse. Hence
the addition of barbed wire on the grill.
♜ ♞ ♟
The graveyard of statues festers in between the
blossoming primary school architecture and the
resilient (but tired) fun fair. Both linked with a
slogan magnified due to gauche LED signage:
“Boundaries are bridges, not fences”.
Meanwhile, the statues face the elements
with cracked paint and stumps coated in
the most exuberant, fertile moss.
📜Christopher Owens, 2023. A Vortex Of Securocrats. ASIN: B0BW2XKJS3
No comments