Showing posts with label Work in progress?. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Work in progress?. Show all posts

Sunday, 21 February 2010

109




109
One hundred and nine
That would have been lovely.

1009
One thousand and nine
Definitely do-able.

10,009
Ten thousand and nine
Scary but a climbable mountain.

109,000
One hundred thousand
With Nine thousand
Odd figures not included
(at this stage).

100k
Just meaningless figures
On a page of
An unknown life
By an unknown man
Who lives with me?

100k
One hundred thousand pounds
Struck heavily, pulverized
Into months and years
of debt that
I don’t know
I never knew
But should have.

100,000
One hundred thousand
Building daily by interest
Accrued by institutions
Who neither know nor care
About me.

23,400
Seconds sitting in crowded waiting
Rooms hopeful for advice
And praying for salvation.
Avoiding others eyes
Wondering.

100,000
times
Are they as bad as us?
Are they fucked too?
Are they as old,
As tired, as desperate,
And probably homeless
As me.


Mog

Sunday, 4 October 2009

SHC


What ever happened to the man in the untouched chair
with burnt out legs, his top half staring outwards
completely and silently sad?

What ever happened to the big blonde haired lady
dying quietly on her unfashionable quilt.
Her left arm a pile of burnt out ashes leaving
just an imprint shadow?

Whatever happened to Spontaneous Human Combustion?

Mog