Friday, 10 February 2012
I like my metaphors to be violent,
as if I were punching a woman in the face.
I like them to defamiliarise,
to put things out of place.
I like them to be dead and clean,
an unsolvable murder case.
I like them to shuttle off
into linguistic outer space.
I like them multi-shaded,
like the naked human race.
I like them like my friends;
but I like a new, strange face.
And when I'm all metaphor'd out,
put a statue in my place.