EMO Adi

EMO Adi - A collection of poems and music


LOOK
by Adrian Cox BSc(open)

1 A Black In The Eye
2 Broken
3 End Game
4 Fiendish Little Circles
5 Gothic Scene
6 Last Orders
7 Melancholy
8 Migrants
9 Operators Of Control
10 Poker
11 Sentenced To Death
12 Smashed
13 Something That She Said
14 Sunday Night, Monday Morning
15 Surface
16 Tea Time
17 The Abuse And Calculations Of Perfect Patricia Plenitude
18 The Demise Of Spiderman And The Flygirl
19 The way I'm Being Led
20 Thoughts And Dreams
21 To Utopia
22 University Menu
23 Washed Up

 

 

(1) A Black In The Eye

 

Hands swing around
a circle of numbers
till they reach out
both of them,
grab you by the lapels
then smack you in the eye.

 

You're late for work again.

 

 

(2) Broken

 

"Mirror, mirror off the wall
how did you come to drop and fall?

 

With silver slithers of pointed glass
how did this moment come to pass?

 

The telling crash of noise abound
a multitude of division found

 

strewn across a slippery floor,
you fell and now you are no more

 

than the memory of what used to be.
A reflection now you cannot see"

 

She went out of her window.
Smashed her mind
like a pain of glass.
When she spoke
it was like sharpe glass
all around me,
her clear cut logic
cut deep with transparency.

 

Disasters say so much,
so clearly and precisely
but with such profound impact
as to never to come out nicely.

 

 

(3) Endgame

 

Take on board the game is over.
Your mind frequents
a deep and thoughtful checkmate.
A poignant move from the queen
fornicates in alliance with the knight.
To leave you down and out,
divorced from reason.

 

 

(4) Fiendish Little Circles

 

Following footsteps
faintly in the snow,
I've got the scent
I know which way to go.

 

Fiendish little monster
smells like food.
Over fields, into woods
I look behind every tree.

 

The scent is strong
I expect it will jump out,
I hear myself breathing
whilst quietly looking about.

 

Suddenly in my face
a smiling circle with a frown,
I smack him over the head
terminally beat him down.

 

Left in excited shock
I'm ready to eat,
starting at the bottom
with its candy flavoured feet.

 

I feel other monsters
watching from afar,
eyes blinking in the darkness
little bastards!

 

 

(5) Gothic Scene

 

Beneth gas lamps
black nights skies
to eary sounds
of distant cries

 

we walk streets
cobbled stones
through darkened allys'
squolid zones.

 

In candle light
misery strains
through smudged glass
of dirty pains

 

from lonely rooms
in dancing light
that calls out
into the night.

 

A lack of hope
in darkened shame,
black of night
in cold and rain

 

drips from eaves
to an icicle morning.

 

Clear and cold
and pointing down
austere spikes
hang down

 

as rods or bars
in front of pain glass windows.

 

 

(6) Last Orders

 

From the optics
of her trancendent mind
he pours himself
a sociable measure, and
savours the spirit
as it quenches the thirst
of his aquired taste
for pleasure.

 

 

(7) Melancholy Turns Up

 

I'm fast asleep, the rain pours down on this winters day.
My room is dark, the sky outside is grey.
I'm like climbing up a cliff face while gravity pulls me down.
one jump that's all it takes, just one slip to get me down.
The icy ledge is my life, I'm feeling pretty cold.
Dreaming I can feel my feet slipping from my hold.
It's just another day, as i wake up I feel sad.

Waiting for work at two O'clock, something I wish I never had.

Turn up the stereo, play some jazz man.
Lay back in bed I'm an avid jazz fan.

A watch on my wrist ticking away the second hand.
I'm conscious of the time because I'll soon be in demand.
deep down inside I've got the blues.
Waiting for work it's just bad news.
It's Monday afternoon, I'm starting work soon.
T urn up the tape it's a sad jazz tune.

 

The rain has stopped, but the wind howls by.
Clouds move fast across the winter's cold and sunny sky.
I'm drinking cups of coffee tasting pretty sour.
Sitting on my bed I've been contemplating here for almost an hour.
I'm listerning to some more jazz music on my stereo
whilst waiting for work on late shift, but I don't want to go.

 

 

(8) Migrants

 

On a black and white pedestrian crossing
holding up the traffic
with a scateboard under one arm,
he frantically picks dropped coins
lit up by car lights
that impatiently shine
from an increasing queue.

 

Making a nuisance of themselves
herds of teenagers migrate in time
through neighbourhood streets of adolecence
heading for streets of adulthood,
where they will be addressed
with rent or mortagage.

 

Some may go to prison.

 

 

(9) Operators Of Control

 

* Sunny multiplication
+ shines through additional air,
/ glistens on waters of division
- that stand on a muddy bed of subtraction.

 

 So like an operand
 I interact affectedly.

 

 

(10) Poker

 

I became the joker,
you wouldn't deal me in.
I never had the chance to play
and so I couldn't win.

 

If you had been my queen of hearts
I would have found my place,
by being the king in the pack
I could have laid an ace.

 

 

(11) Sentenced To Death

 

Hanged from the gallows
of creative writing.
Swinging from the gibbit
of sentence construction.

 

With grammar that stands
on the essence of her voice,
the alphabet hung as a necklace
around the vocality of her wordy neck.

 

She'd wanted to
swallow all the letters
in quick succession
punctuation as well,

 

but that would have been suicide.

 

 

(12) Smashed

 

I walk towards a gang
of teenage girls
on the street corner.
One of them throws
an empty vodka bottle
to the pavement
with a brittle clank.

 

Awkwardly
she looks to me.
I say nothing,
I look into her vacant stare
as I walk past,
Knowing I've shared her state
many times

 

and so she's smashed,
but the bottle remains intact.

 

 

(13) Something That She Said

 

She had so much potential
 it sometimes got her down,
she did'nt like her work
 but it got her into town.

 

It really was a problem
 but she chose to ignore it,
like clothes that don't fit
 stubornly she wore it.

 

In a mad rush
 she did a foolish thing,
in a split second
 a split thought would bring

 

an indecision
 she made a silly choice.
She opened up her mouth
 to articulate her voice.

 

Across the smoke filled bar room
 sounds were drunken
as the drinkers sat and chatted
 slumped and sunken.

 

 

(14) Sunday Night, Monday Morning

 

I get in bed from rain I hide
under covers deep inside
where I like to be
where my bed and I seem to agree.
I'm tired, a physical state.

 

A humming in my ears
tells me I'm up too late.
with legs of jelly, feet like lead
I feel am the living dead.

 

At around the midnight hour
there's a tapping on my window
from a midnight shower.
There's no one in the streets below.
The cold is now begining to show
it's winter time but I'm feeling warm
although I'm not on top form.
A manic Monday lies ahead
So in the meantime
I savour this moment in bed.

 

I wake to hear traffic below
To see outside falling snow.
I smell fried breakfast waiting to be
washed down with a mug of tea.
It's Monday morning lazy and still
I'll ring work tell them I'm ill!

 

 

(15) Surface

 

A face ripples
 in waves of light
to stare back from
 the water's edge.

 

Reflecting thoughtfully
 as surface swells
laps with delight
 the water's edge.

 

 

(16) Tea Time

Can you imagine?
my tease so nice,
sweet with sugar
full of spice.
Making me sigh
I was hungry and blue,
her sponge was a beauty
fluffy it's true.
Full cream milk
warm by keeping abreast,
I quench my thirst
inwardly digest.
I drink her thoughts
they always delight
she feeds my mind,
I take such big bites.

 

Fish on a dish
salty and hot,
I eat her protein
all that she's got.
Her buffets are always
a jolly good spread,
she always makes sure,
I get well fed.
We make a loaf
she lets it grow,
rising in the oven
baking the dough.
I was never starved,
no girl could beat her,
she was so tasteful
I just had to eat her.

 

 

(17) The Abuse And Calculations
 Of Perfect Patricia Plenitude

 

Reciprocal Roger had nothing going on.
He hurled abuse at Patricia
 until she was to the power of minus one.
Roger became the man Patricia loved to hate,
but over time she recovered
 back to her positive twenty eight.

 

Along came Chris to two decimal places
 he was a radical sign.
He squarely rooted Patricia
 until she was five point two nine.
She lost her integrity, an integer no more.
She decided to try a cubic root
 this gives a really radical score.

 

Dick was only of a medium size,
but accurate to five sig figs,
 it opened Patricia's eyes.
So now that Patricia has become
 an irrational surd
Do you know what number occured?

 


To nought point nought nought nought one,
 to Patricia's horror
she found he was positively a relative error,
 but that's another riddle.

 

 

(18) The Demise Of Spiderman And Fly Girl

 

From between moving clouds
 out of blue sky way beyond
 the sun shines through temperamentally
 down into our pensive atmosphere.

 

Onto a capitalistic spider
 as he spins his business web
 from the branches of the systems tree.
On a poor fly trapped
 in the bondage of regulations
 and eaten up in her own sexuality.

 

But subversive winds of change
 blows through the branches
 destroying the spider's web of gain.
Then the crying rain comes roaring down
 and the spider is washed up;
 down into a muddy drain.

 

 

(19) The Way I'm Being Led

 

Middle of the road
I try to decide a way to be,
traffic lights stuck on red
all roads signed 'no entry'

 

The roads are dangerous.
The flowers by the roadside
did not grow there.
Someone placed them.

 

I get in the right lane
It's a one way system
there's no turning back.
Street lights are yellow
under a sky that's turned so black.

 

I can't believe it,
a magnificent traffic system
beyond my wildest dreams.

 

A multi-storey roundabout
is way on up ahead
and with the flow of traffic
its the way I'm being led.

 

 

(20) Thoughts And Dreams

 

Inside my empty room
there's only pictures in the dark,
I'm thinking in my solitude
because thoughts are what we are.

 

Outside in the darkness
faintly I hear a distant car,
now I'm dreaming in my solitude
because dreams are what we are.

 

 

(21) To Utopia

 

Strolling up along a rocky mountain pass
to a world so green, so very full of grass.
Travelling up along to pastures new
in a world so very clear under a sky so blue.

 

We arrive at the country of 'No time at all'
not in this realm of space,
in the shire of 'Nowhere'
in a town called 'Someplace'.

 

Now Someplace boasts proudly a colourful array
a dreamtown in nowhere with a brighter breezier way,
as the towering medievil buildings transparent or colourfully opaque
reflect thoughtfully onto the tranquil lake:

 

Within illuminated illusions under a pleasurable poisoned yellow sky
cleaning myself of reality delightfully I cry,
a mana in the wilderness the smells of intrigue and allure
don't want to find an antidote let's forget about a cure.

 

 

(22) University menu

 

First Course:
 A large bowl of calculus
 to dip a mixed bag of polynomials in.

 

 Hot cups of trigonometry and algebra
 can be served all day.

 

Second Course:
 Tantalizing flavours of metaphors and similes
 with non-sequator fillings,

 served by our hard working non de plume staff.

 

Your tips are generously received

 

 Thankyou for not joking

 

*Recreational comody and other illicit pastimes
 will NOT be tolerated by the management!

 

 

(23) Washed Up

 

It feels like there's no escaping
the blinding ness of the darkness of fear.
So deep and dark are these waters
that the sun cannot shine down here.

 

My face is straight,
I feel deep emotions as I speak
and imagine the tears of sadness
are rolling down my cheek.

 

Sadness cleans my mind
it clears my clouded head
as I swim in emotions
through the watershed.

 

Through turbulent murky waters
full of stress and distortion,
onto a never ending shoreline
with all its complications.

 

Persistent waves keep rolling into shore
but there are undercurrents of doubt,
because although the waves keep crashing in
the tide is moving out.

 

So here I am like a voyager
like a crustacean in another land.
A lost stranger stranded,
washed up on the sand.

 

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