Efft

The loudest voice eats all the words
Now there’s nothing left to breathe
So, silently, we all leave the room
Holding the courage to speak
In polite gasps for air
At the end of the street.
They don’t notice the effort it takes
To activate the on-switch
Internal processor whirring
It’s an old analog tape machine
Cutting and splicing phrases and
Looping the repetitive nods
Cyclical cylinders
Compressing far too much dust
It sticks gamely to the tubes
Till enough trapped air builds
The pressure to burst
Explosive relief of
An introverts scream
Destructive, unseen
Politely aggrieved

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Efft

Disinfect

Disinfect! Disinfect!
Can you spray that
Can you spray that spray can?
Hygiene makes a better place man

It’s all in the detailed dettol agreement
See a stain and conceal it
Soak with expenses and leave wistfully
The city cannot sleep through the sequence

Disinfect! Disinfect!
Can you spray that
Can you spray that spray can?
Hygiene makes a better place man

See a street sleeper? Wake him up
This area’s for walkers, no crusts
Of old coins or stains of old clothes
We facilitate cleansing throughout this zone

Disinfect! Disinfect!
Can you spray that
Can you spray that spray can?
Hygiene makes a better place man

There’s no need for you to grieve
We manage the placement of tasteful wreaths
No body will ever be seen
Not while we prowl the streets with our team

Disinfect! Disinfect!
Can you spray that
Can you spray that spray can?
Hygiene makes a better place man

Disinfect

I Stole These Words From a Dictionary

I stole these words from a dictionary
How dare I consult the English language!
It seems my words are just an influence of
The writings I perceive to be for the greater good
But I can’t take credit for anything as my own

I stole these words from a dictionary
I underlined all the ones I thought I could use
I wrote them in the order I find most profound
But my grammar and punctuation let the academics down
But it’s just because I’m being ironic

I stole these words from a dictionary
It was the greatest intellectual property heist of all time
I copied carefully and cut the book near in half
I made a remix, but it got taken down
By the copyright lawyers, for damaging a product

I stole these words from a dictionary
I recited word for word in the classic style
I wrote to the owner of each corresponding word
One told me to keep **** out
Because he’s patented it as a verb
There’s more profit in self-interest than creativity

I Stole These Words From a Dictionary

Change

I don’t want to change the world
With emotionless language
Over the structural defects
Of passive diplomatics
Bridges not yet burnt
Hailed by the press
A conclusive infomercial
Constitutional success
I might like this nightmare
Knowing which side to support
The perfect effigy to burn
Seasoned crop ready to spoil
A land there to repossess
With capital to acquire
Each city weighs a fortune
Till we redistribute the fire
Its bright lights lead the carnival
Marching victoriously to our square
A little light refreshment
From an artisan priced fair
Fight breaks out on the front line
Brave soldiers jab their paws
Into fascists and policemen
Freedom fighting against the law
The guardians of right
The enemies of wrong
Heavy handed sentence
For singing a protest song

Change

Threat

I wear brave faces
Cool, emotionless
Contemptuous faces
Aloof, withdrawn
God given talent
To hide my fear
Of the unknown
What quest shall I seek?
The path of least resistance?
Bisecting the woods?
No. I will stand very, very still
If I don’t move
Nothing bad can happen
I don’t fight the urge
To lie down
I think about being exploited
By messages I haven’t sent
Treating friends as threats
Not kind, caring people
I try to get through
To make sense
But tense as I am
It falls on deaf ears
Curled into a ball
Hairs standing on end
Waiting for the threat
To reveal itself
All it takes is time

Threat

Sheets

I see untamed hair
An uncropped image
The shame of imperfection
Pale body deficient in
Holding its A game
Without straining
Unsupervised shoulders droop
Causing a gut reaction
This is what I am
A bacterial infestation
Chemistry experimenting
With different toxins
A fluttering heart
When joined in person
Saliva drips giving
Mouth-to-mouth
But watch me sleep
And you’ll soon see
That I harbour a human
Underneath the sheets

Sheets

Sweep

Broken shards crack
On each misstep
No light to guide me
Down this treacherous path
But I always walk alone
Insist, in fact
If I see a glance, a pass
A nod of the head
No word slips
From a wicked tongue
No grasp for archaic ideals
Of what a partner ought to be
Each figure I glide by
Does me no harm, escape
Not at the forefront of my mind
An animal in heat doesn’t leap
To attack from behind
Not on my body. Never.
I blend with the background
Pale and boyish, unthreatened
And unthreatening
Not for sale
In some sham ritual
Not sexualised in gutter culture
A carpet sweeper
Offers me a brush
Pushes the thick dust
Back underneath the rug

Sweep