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Old 12-08-2010, 05:25 AM   #98
Trilby
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I liked that.

here's one from Teddy Hughes: I like a poet who can put "cunt" in a poem.


Do Not Pick Up The Telephone – Ted Hughes




That plastic Buddha jars out a Karate screech



Before the soft words with their spores
The cosmic breath of the gravestone



Death invented the phone it looks like the altar of death
Do not worship the telephone
It drags its worshippers into actual graves
With a variety of devices, through a variety of disguised voices



Sit godless when you hear the religious wail of the telephone



Panties are hotting up their circle for somebody to burn in
Nipples are evangelizing bringing a sword or at least a razor
Cunt is proclaiming heaven on earth i.e. death to the infidel



Do not think your house is a hideout it is a telephone
Do not think you walk on your own road, you walk down a telephone
Do not think you sleep in the hand of God you sleep in the mouthpiece of a telephone
Do not think your future is yours it waits upon a telephone
Do not think your thoughts are your own thoughts they are the toys of the telephone
Do not think these days are days they are the sacrificial priests of the telephone
The secret police of the telephone



O phone get out of my house
You are a bad god



Go and whisper on some other pillow
Do not lift your snake head in my house
Do not bite any more beautiful people



You plastic crab
Why is your oracle always the same in the end?
What rake off for you from the cemeteries?



Your silences are bad
When you are needed, dumb with the malice of the clairvoyant insane
The stars whisper together in your breathing
World's emptiness oceans in your mouthpiece
Stupidly your string dangles into the abysses
Plastic you are then stone a broken box of letters
And you cannot utter
Lies or truth, only the evil one
Makes you tremble with sudden appetite to see somebody undone



Blackening electrical connections
To where death bleaches its crystals
You swell and you writhe
You open your Buddha gape
You screech at the root of the house



Do not pick up the detonator of the telephone
A flame from the last day will come lashing out from the telephone
A dead body will fall out of the telephone



Do not pick up the telephone
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