I am Poppy Nogood.
No good, no good, no good.
Particles occupying the space where you once were.
Clogging your nostrils and drying out your throat.
Sitting there so quiet, a hopeless voyeur.
Movements methodical, repetitive, In C.
Until vaporised, whispering into the void,
Shadow-pictures, inkblots the only remnants of me.
Happy Birthday Terry Riley.
No comments:
Post a Comment