Power Lines – David Gairdner

Again

Agaia

Again

Don’t

Do’t

I

Death to sticks

I won’t have it any other way

Paralyse

Powerlines

Just because they sound the same doesn’t make it true.

Acronyms

death to the M

DDT

Those bees

Don’t think twice it’s all right.

A new castle blend

Thanks so much.

My psyche sucks

at writing too

The muses despair

They are dry.

Who the flip came up the muses.

Those girls twirling around in a circle

Death to the metaphor.

The id is not here mum.

I met another person named David. I wanted to stand next to him and say David is beside himself. Stand behind.

David is behind himself.

Though it sounds right in the sense it sounds similar, it isn’t. There is no pun on David is behind himself.

No literalisation of a common metaphor.

I went to Raymond Terrace.

The clocks at the town centre had no hands.

The situation was timeless. My brain, my mind, my consciousness feeds on pellets gained from word play. I display the pellets time on hindsight.

It is a metaphor. Metaphors, agreed upon lies, for something. How about something real something true.

Again, the clocks are timeless.

No No, the clocks are handleless.

No No, the clocks are without arrows.

No No, the pellets are wordplay.

What does my mind yarn from these activities

A note of comfort.

Maybe it is like being able to place something into something else.

A new metaphor.

I play these wordgames to fit our tupper bowls of world into our mind lids.