Life is Kitsch [sonnet]
Graffiti on a railway arch I wrote
said “Life is kitsch!” signed “Truant on the run”.
I was then young so please excuse the quote;
that’s how I thought when I was twenty-one.
For everywhere I looked, consumption roared
its belly-laugh of ragged pocket dreams.
I wandered then bedecked in sandwich-board
believing all hypocrisy blasphemes.
However, now that truant has become
a vagrant on the hinterland of time,
his spray-paint slogan’s still the same dictum,
though humour mollifies the paradigm.
So that’s this 3-D world’s Achilles’ Heel:
all matter’s kitsch but spirit is surreal!
© Alan Morrison, 2014
The Naked Troubadour 