online literature since 2007

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

post punk allusions

I want to write like
the man in suicide sings:
scary and sad but people are like,
"that's so cool."

I need joy division. I need it.

I would love
new order
to come to my sleepy little town.

Sometimes,
there is the talking heads on the radio.
My parents used to love them.
They must still.
I am not sure how to feel about this.

I am not sure how to feel about this.

3 comments:

fitz said...

this is a very facile poem but thats part of why i like it

andrew worthington said...

i like it alot

andrew worthington said...

but talking heads on the radio?