I hate the news.
I hate tv.
I hate radio.
I might as well just hate everything.

Tragedy + Television News = Entertainment



Scissorlip

scissorlipped lovers
look toward the news
and 'what if i blew
it off right on the
station in front of the
world I say 'hey look
at me,
another fucking tragedy'"
but no poet knows news
or which hemisphere or
the temperature up in
the hills of Greece.
"in fact, what is the
capital anyway there?
only Ithaca knows where
the Asphodel grows and
forgets none but the
weary kleos of its
own." and the
rhapsode clucks like
its gray-green fate
because no poet knows
any news
(as of late)




Poetry by Seraphina
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Written on 2007-06-13 at 19:56

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