The sadness of an accordionist

By Parson Thru

Wed, 07 Mar 2018
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Ghosts drift through the tunnel

representing every  patch of Earth

 

– Men from Africa are squatting by their blankets

staring who knows where

offering their bags, football shirts and running shoes

everything is counterfeit

scraped from the bottom of existence.

 

– The favelas are at war

America’s war has never stopped

guns and overflowing prisons hold the bloodied line

television's the achievement of the century

and deception is now a science.

 

– The line that separated truth from lies is lost

the one remaining rule

is to win at any cost

but there’s nothing left to lose

and all that’s left to win

is the feeling that you’ve won

and that tomorrow you’ll have to win again.

 

– Relief comes in a liquid crystal spectacle

erotic, mesmerising

engineered to arouse

entertainment is oppression's highest form

let's not trouble ourselves. Life is good.

 
–  But when you've finally smashed the screens

turn your head to watch

the ghosts drift through the tunnel

staring who knows where

deaf to the sadness of the accordion.

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Submitted by Di_Hard on

everything is counterfeit/scraped from the bottom of existence

 not sure I understood all of it, but it brings a strong feeling of bleakness and despair

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hi Di_Hard. Thanks for reading.

The subject matter's pretty bleak. Boils down to what it conjures for you in the end.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Denzella on

Hello my lovely,

This is a bit bleak and to me, reminiscent of 1984 but I think that was your intention.  I think, perhaps,   you despair of the human race and not without reason.   Probably got it all wrong but that was how it struck me.  Well written though.

Moya x

 

 

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hello Moya.

Hope you're OK.

You should have seen the notes! Ran to pages.

Yes, it's a little bleak. It isn’t entirely without hope, but what hope there is finds little to nourish it. Not in the immediate vicinity.

Thank you.

Take care of yourself.

Kevin x

Parson Thru