Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Jetlag


















I swapped the northern for the southern ocean.
I gained and lost time, cheating it like Oisín.
Up was down. Clarity was confusion.
The words I spoke had suffered an inversion.
The brilliant light of dawn was grey and ashen.

3 comments:

  1. a dirty old bloke7:36 PM

    What's the difference between the Iceland volcano and Cheryl Cole?

    The volcano is still blowing ash

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  2. Anonymous3:06 PM

    Who the fuck calls him Ash? Ash Cole? Punchline fail.

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  3. I notice that the feminine rhyme, and the reversal of the iambic beat, is a feature your poem shares with Goethe's erotic piece, 'Das Tagebuch'

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