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Those who know me well, will know that I am only mildly obsessed by Polly Jean Harvey, and have been writing poems based on her songs, album titles, album covers and lyrics for years, some of which have been published in places like "Dark Horizons" and "Horizons". I went to see her again on Sunday night at the Glasgow Concert Hall and was chuffed that she won the Mercury Prize for the second time last night (although a bit sad that Fifer, nay Crailer, King Creosote along with Jon Hopkins didn't win). So here's one of the published ones that appeared in Canada's "The Gloaming" magazine:
MEET ZE MONSTA
I can only see him
since the accident
like my friends at the clinic
Saffy with the plate in her head
Jake and his gunshot wounds
In another world
he stomps on model cities
and superimposed,
dubbed actors flee
from his clumsy dance
But here he is colossal
an ectoplasmic being
only the unlucky can see
For he towers above us
and brings his foot down
right through our bodies
pinning our hearts to the ground
grinding our hopes there, our love
When we see him, we run |
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