D'Art of Harkness
by Philip Hartigan
The World Has Stood Still
By Philip Hartigan
2007 First draught
And we are left holding our
dicks
I’d like to think we know what
we are doing
But even the best of us are
unsure
now that she has stopped
turning, not even in our favour any more
Oddly the star boys are
beginning to fight each other in bed.
Wait a minute here
But there are no minutes left.
What have we done ,is all this
space for real
For there is no time only the
present
I am waiting in the none
worldly place
That I have found myself.
I am dying for a piss as
always.
Will you please leave me to do
my thing?
Hitch my wagon to a star.
There are no reference points.
A bold initiative this as
always.
The genetic repeating clause of
my bound existence.
The DNA of your imagination
trying to escape .
Regime and then more Regime
power and then more power. Till
it all falls into cinders and
slime.
The sideways glance the
terrible terror those who oppose will be branded
Identified and only then can we
eliminate them.
Because the world has stood
still we can do this.
There is no shadow to speak of.
The rainbow is only a memory
the lushness of your native land
where rain came down every day
has become like old clothes.
damp growing slowly back to a
primal form where there is no more
human scale just the motion of
the machine the macintosh the machine...
And then the, again, has gone I
have taken a route where there are revelations
And in revelations there are no
better or worse just ultimate oblivion, it’s as if I never
existed.
The morals have surrendered
their allegiances what did they stand for anyway?
I can’t remember since the
standing still took place.
Your world may keep turning
it’s your affair
I’ve had events that have
stopped my world, you see;
I don’t.
I feel too much, I joke about
just about everything.
Bad Taste in my mouth, it won’t
go away.
I remember when I had luck on
my side when I met beautiful men and women
In bars in London and
progressed through the city of William Blake as if I were
Riding a lion and then a
unicorn.
Back to your place or mine ?
It's better if we go to your
place because I haven’t got a place
Can’t you tell. You see my
world has stood still for some terrible spaces now
and well I’m sure you
understand .The insecurity of it all has become too great.
Jesus and Mohammed Buddha and
Brando would understand this sort of thing can happen to
actors .
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