SAIRA VIOLA - POEMS
Saira Viola: Critically acclaimed fiction novelist, poet , song lyricist and creator of literary technique sonic scatterscript.
Art work accompanying the poems by UNITAS
REBELISIM IN B MINOR – Three Poems
BaNG BaNG ! The Lights Go Out !
Backstabbers , turncoats , double dealers, Judas
Snaky stool pigeons
Remove your masks
And dance! Dance like the devil !
The families of the dead will raise their heads!
In the Mississippi heat a wife beating pansy and neo Nazi disciple of
the Fourth Reich flower toxic KKK HATE
Send in the back slappin’ finger tappin’ ENTERTAINERS
Will it be titti leaks or wiki leaks
Who wins ?
TV eyes on you
And a Glock 9
Targets the stars and stripes
When she reveals her left breast to camera
Flashes that showbiz grin
And waves Uncle Sam’s flag
You know you’ll be hypnotized
Don’t worry there’s 56 channels to help you decide
Rock star demos electrify
Sing a long never -stop be satisfied
And a giant sized pink bunny will tell you
“Pitch your universe with Captain Underpants!”
And dance ! America dance !
Profit A Prole
So easy to bang the anarchy drum
When the goose is over stuffed and cooking
Posh proles profiting from the poor
Spin the day away with easy propaganda
But don’t get those tootsies wet in the welfare store
A dead lion is of no worth to anyone
And a dog’s life is that of service
Romanticised piffle for posh peasants who scoff foie gras
Probably never seen the semen of a whore’s gusset in all its fetid glory
The wagging finger of aristocratic hate playing with insurgency
The narcissistic delusions of velvet robed blue stocking rebellion .
Paint Me Another Day
It's been a year now
Twelve months of being numb
Like a sharp October wind
And every week I gather armfuls of bougainvillea
And let my tear drops kiss their petals
Their stems hold your memory
Their leaves your laughter
The thorns your bullet to another hereafter
And every week my heart closes another window to honey dew skies
Letting the light fold away the dawn- with skeleton stars their hunger fading into the ashes of regret
And I can still feel your love and hear your voice
Like a breath of Spring
You were my cherry pie
My best tomorrow