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Sunday whirl from a CMNS perspective

These were interesting words, or maybe I’ve been in a funny mood. I couldn’t come up with anything romantic out of them even with the words heart and close. All I could keep thinking about was marketing. Oh well, went with the flow. πŸ™‚

I took this image at West Cottage in the industrial estate a year or so ago and it seems to fit the feeling of this poem.

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beam, anchor, shift, close, heart, phrase,
range, connect, current, fertile, layers, yield

I am aspiring to the current position of rebellious cult genius of influence.

I think the honour I strive for is waiting for me somewhere up there on this broken-rung ladder.

So I’ve fallen a few times but I always bounce, always repeat, it’s the plush layers of my skin.

I wouldn’t want to whisper the truth of my boredom from the bottom anyway; I want to shout like a firecracker at the heart of a party.

Don’t talk to me of a sudden shift or my imagination will falter and yield to the fear that this happened here already just a close while ago.

For now just pace back and forth and back and forth on the floor of the office; my mouth tasting of floor, my brains crammed with floor, the flavour of my movements, floor.

You know, my impeccable spirit beams with a meat-hook reality, but perhaps no one will notice.

Being a charming, out of touch, rebellious cult genius of influence was easy in previous decades.

Now, I drag those decades behind me like an anchor.

Now it’s like struggling to grab water and drag it back to the shore.

But I only need one phrase to connect, to allow everything to make sense like it always does.

My boring complaint is that every fertile position has already been taken up and championed into depths of crumpled worthlessness.

Until some charming idealist comes along and smoothes out its broken, wrinkled form and contrives it into an endless range of product placement and domestic penetration.

And on any given Saturday I can go buy rebellion at the department store.

In plastic of course, but a relatively good imitations.

Comments: 19

  • May 26, 2013

    You just have to go where the words take you! You never know, someone might read this who just might be looking for that “rebellious cult genius of influence”!

  • May 26, 2013

    Love the idea of a “rebellious cult genius of influence.” But, have to agree, it does get exhausting at times. If we continue writing, we’ll find it again, there is that magic in words if we listen. I found magic in your words and love the way in which you wove them. Oh, and the photo is perfect.


  • May 26, 2013

    A poem that takes over always makes me happy. I don’t altogether understand the context of this one, but it seems to have gripped you emotionally, so you let the words flow. Bravo.

  • May 26, 2013

    I think I’m also aspiring to be one. “rebellious cult genius of influence” is a great position. I think this is hilariously good.

  • May 27, 2013

    Oh you little rebel, you! I smiled and smiled, laughed in a small way that indicates empathy, and then sighed. What more can I say; I loved it.

  • May 27, 2013

    This made me laugh, tongue in cheek… but it is also rather dark and of the times. Great wordle.

  • May 27, 2013

    Rebellion usually comes cheap but often the consequences are expensive. I loved the way you took us on a journey through your mind. It wasn’t terrifying, but more adventurous!

  • May 29, 2013

    Veronica, I love your opening line, it made me laugh. Nicely written throughout with some words I didn’t find romantic in any way at all. In fact, they made me depressed on a certain level.


  • Marie Antoinette

    May 30, 2013

    This is such a fun post. Although I would not drink out of the demi cup.I still would like to see it.But I to have to many useless pretties. What to do???
    XXOO Marie Antoinette

  • May 31, 2013

    YOU are so very well written. I am glad I saved it. What was the resolution?

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