Mark Pollins

(29.11.62 / London, England)

Equilibrium


Ain't no waltz without a mindless war
Ain't no graceful dive of the saxophone without heartless bloodshed
Ain't no democracy without the tyranny of the mob
Ain't no love without sex
Ain't no feverish sex without betrayal
Ain't no avant-garde creativity without the cushioned couch
Ain't no Coltrane without 'Chirpy chirpy cheep cheep'
Ain't no inspired poetry without the filth of New York City
Ain't no clean environment without thick fumes from campaigners' cars
Ain't no bliss without neglecting your parents
Ain't no absolute dedication without abandoning a loved one








Copyright Mark Pollins 2000

Submitted: Wednesday, October 07, 2009
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