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ANOMALY

Whatever happened to culture? 

I was never an expert but I miss it.

The soul shaking thrill of it, the unfailing belief in it - 
 

Not this thin veneer that everyone accepts

As a popular version of an old concept. 

All hollow inside, so much emptiness to go round.

The emptiness inside grows larger than your body. 
 

Pushes against your skin, swallows the light from your eyes,

Looks for warmth in others to despise.

To despise.

Then one day you wake up and you find

You've been replaced by someone with a similar face 

But who is a much nicer person.

 

And he does all the right things,

He's so charming,

He makes it all look easy.

And I could see if he was me I'd be happy...
 

Friends gravitate to 'me',

With happy memories,

He makes it all look...

So easy.

I am the background noise,

I am the background hum

Of someone watching everything

Come undone.

And when I leave the building I feel nothing,

I don't know why,
Planes were painting bars

Across the sky.

I am the background noise,

I am the daily hum

Of someone watching everything

Come undone.

Come undone.
 

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