Matt Duggan
White Noise
Only when the winter begins with a black and white rainbow
does the night become our enemy;
Light hides in the short reams of morning
behind loose stones and the clearing of rainclouds.
Lungs of a world breathing in our chaos;
covered like red lunar on a planet in autumnal colour,
where silence was held in eye sockets without roots ,
our tongues were moving without any words
silenced by the fingers that caused us to talk
isolating every source of our reality
we stared blankly into this conversation of white noise.
Shiny Obsolete Silver Objects We are distracted magpies made of skin and metal slowly building our own prisons brick by brick. Absorbed inside the world of a small black case, that wields our knowledge and power. We fly between truth and lie A bird without a final destination our calling for the silver that detracts us as lighting glint in a city is more powerful than the empathy inside our being; We collect shiny obsolete silver objects replacing them every other year Our behaviour has always been engineered our desensitised response to any blood soaked image to buy even more useless shiny goods; We are distracted magpies made of skin and metal, slowly building our own prisons brick by brick.