Brave New World

He Said What?

He Said What?

What has become of us?

Celebrities are the new gods,

(I’m not sure what we’re celebrating)

televisions are the new temples,

time and money spent on gossip magazines

and going to pop concerts waving our hands in the air

screaming for joy or shrieking with manic tears:

these are our new sacrifices;

Weapons of mass distraction.

© Alicia Khoo

NaPoWriMo Day 23

An Atlas of Consonance

Middle Earth

Come as you are,

worldly possessions carried in one hand,

an odyssey and message that rids us

of unhappiness and discontent.

You truly believe I am alive.

white beards long beards
glassy gazed dead-blow-hammer
tract marked arm scars blood rush to the head
the envious, stampede, fickle-faux, self-made
apartment buildings concrete gas lighting
condominium parking lots panicked search lights
knife blades eyes flash in the pan

so much absurdity

each time you see a platypus,

have a good laugh.

Human language is but a demo-version,

nobody is inventing anything new;

every philosopher played himself out–

the ones who used to live and did not grieve,

so now I am trying to do that,

and you cannot imagine how tough it is,

it’s like talking to a cupboard.

Where roses die and wither, I play my harp;

they call us weeds and nuisance,

but we are Conquerors,

Scared we would go blind if we carried on,

the wind offered to carry us, pushed against

hate-graffiti written paper skin vandalized by words like

‘you wont’, ‘you cant’.

Lighter than the wind but anchored,

flailing forward like a pebble cast from a sling,

made to topple giants. I am David.

They said I was a slave to failure so I learnt to run,

believing in the sun’s existence

when there was no evidence

to love myself in the face of hate when I had reasons to

burn the bridges that light my way.

Open your mouth,

here’s another pearl that regresses to an oyster;

Now we shall sing forever.

© Alicia Khoo

NaPoWriMo Day 14

Note from writer–

A poem made possible from a collage of three pieces by brilliant fellow poets:

Jesse S. Mitchell, Das Sunlight

http://kshawnedgar.wordpress.com/2013/04/14/das-sunlight/

Ilya Fostiy, Platypus.

http://bzebza.com/2013/04/13/my-short-story-platypus-in-russian-published-in-belgorod-business-class-magazine-second-number/#more-13341

, Despite (Senile Ramblings from a wise old homeless man pt 3)

http://thymoment.wordpress.com/2013/04/10/despite-senile-ramblings-from-a-wise-old-homeless-man-pt-3/