PAIK ASSOCIATES architecture
. Taeho Paik . POEMS .

Stansted


I feel that the world has disappeared
And become a morass in a purple haze
Of broken souls by the millenium dome
With all the gentleness which this concurs
As s dull mood descends on the nation.

Let's travel on the breeze for free
And run up a slippery slope to a temple
Somewhere an adding machine organises
The supply and demand, means and schemes,
And writes long lists of do's and don'ts.

This is the office of the UK Border Agency
It needs to know who you are that enters
The Kingdom. Come and  thou will be done
With shirty queries and a plain smile
And set upon the market place made for all.

All my money has gone in the chop suey
Mixing in the gullets of the damned
In the sunshine or out, black and white,
Watching the golden calf barely born
Get boiled right down to its bone.

Bevagna, 19 7 2009

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