Poem
Phoebe Power
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My headphones nestled
within curls
rectilinear, charred and static,
I always use my GoodHairDays;
I remain faithful to the new religion.
My pal Ryan and I fly airily
away across the wasteland;
earth’s got cheap.
I’ll pick up a souvenir on the
UniversalSerialBus, some
SevereAcuteRespiratorySyndrome, and when I’m
hospitalised, they’ll get in
some visitors: amiable
MethicillinResistantStaphylococcusAureus
to send me to zzzzzz
while my friend, Mister Brain
is being insouciantly fried
ears inwards;
by polyphonic microwaves with
toothy blue grins.
© 2009, The Poetry Society
From: The Fire We Harbour
Publisher: The Poetry Society, London
This poem was a winner of The Poetry Society\'s Foyle Young Poets of the Year award in 2009.
From: The Fire We Harbour
Publisher: The Poetry Society, London
Phoebe Power
(United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, 1993)
Phoebe Power’s poetry has a kaleidoscopic quality. Her work combines image, character and narrative with a variety of forms to create strange and compelling pieces that can be both charming and elusive. Her unique admixture of humour and horror, the erotic and the political, has garnered attention and critical acclaim. Her first full length collection was a Poetry Book Society Recommendation an...
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BlogEarlyBlogOften LaughOutLoud!ShortMessageService is so 2two0thousand0and7seven.
I prefer MicroSoftNetwork, OKay
but only when you’ve got WirelessFidelity.
Every1one of you’ll get
AcquiredImmuneDeficiencySyndrome from
social networking, I
prefer my MovingPicturesexpertsgrouphyphenoneaudiolayer3three
player, it’s so compact.
My headphones nestled
within curls
rectilinear, charred and static,
I always use my GoodHairDays;
I remain faithful to the new religion.
My pal Ryan and I fly airily
away across the wasteland;
earth’s got cheap.
I’ll pick up a souvenir on the
UniversalSerialBus, some
SevereAcuteRespiratorySyndrome, and when I’m
hospitalised, they’ll get in
some visitors: amiable
MethicillinResistantStaphylococcusAureus
to send me to zzzzzz
while my friend, Mister Brain
is being insouciantly fried
ears inwards;
by polyphonic microwaves with
toothy blue grins.
From: The Fire We Harbour
This poem was a winner of The Poetry Society\'s Foyle Young Poets of the Year award in 2009.
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