Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

All Ideas Stolen

by Matt Rider

all ideas stolen
from what was smelt, felt and seen.
thoughts covered in cobwebs
refreshed
head full of what's been said.

with hollow eyes
she vacantly cried
"suspend suspension
before it suspends you"

"truth is relative"
the oak tree replied.

"to whom?"
screamed the crowd
bewildered, suprised.
"the individual"
said the TV
with a pre-rehearsed smile.

we'll keep you updated
with twinkling eyes,
after an advertisement break
from the haystack of lies.

neither blunt nor sharp
just arrogant and weak,
our needles can snap
between an owl's beak.

enough has turned sour
for the inquisitive mind,
last hour of the coward
leave your questions behind.

Added: 30.04.2010

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