Note: 'crisis ii' is one of many poems written to accompany 'I'm Supposed To Be Having The Time Of My Life'.
- crisis ii -
If I’m not allowed to self-immolate
Then I’d rather not be so angry all the time.
I think about being on fire more
Than I think about sex or success,
Which is often, or death and damnation,
Which is oftener. I want to make a big display
To show the world that I am angry.
I don’t want to write another poem
That five people will read and like and forget
When I could be burning. I’m sick to death
Of talking about the problem
Instead of burning it all to the ground.
Every time you extinguish me I have a dream,
The next night, wherein I set you alight instead.
It always ends the same way and
I catch fire too, by accident, and realise
Too late that I don’t really want to burn.
Why do you look at me like I’m ranting
To no one in the dead of night
On my laptop? I’m not coming unravelled,
Even if the stitching of the world
Has come undone. Another phrase
I find in my head with no idea how it got there
Is Music for People in Trouble. But I’ve lost all
My interest in writing for you or for the protest.
Don’t you know that we are in
A fucking crisis? I’ve tried to tell
My Twitter feed a hundred times but
Usually I only ever get a couple of likes,
Unless I post a good selfie, which is rare,
Or a calmly funny observation
Which is rarer. Why won’t you retweet me?
CAPS LOCK IS USED TO SIGNIFY
THE ABJECT IMPORTANCE OF MY MESSAGE.
DOES IT EVEN MAKE A FUCKING DIFFERENCE?
Okay. I swear I’ll stop going on about this now,