POEMS

Get Out The Car

Goodbye to history, where we diverged
tanking through the culvert, coasting
round some civil engineer’s graceful bend.
The traffic jam wasn’t in the advert.
Don’t start the car, stop the car.

Tentative end in the forest, in the streets,
glandular flowers arrowhead the ground
sunshine on veins and fold marks.
The grains of tribal strength non-proliferate
chemicals and scientific food degenerate
our life-force. Hopes and ambitions skulk
in the desert bowl of a shopping trolley.

Consumers of distance and movement
watch watchers, second snatchers,
home is where we’re not, home is where we’re not,
the time for tokenism’s over

 

get out the car, get out the car 

get out the car, let your children live
get out the car, commuting time is over
get out the car, explore vocations local
get out the car, the time for tokenism’s over

 

Eat nothing mass-produced
your side of beef’s long over-done
you’ve been putting off and putting off
shake your spear at self-appointed emperors
grains of tribal strength circle in the wind
a painful legacy as wasteful ancestors
reach out your hand
tune in to the idea of community
shake off your compromised immunity
the elite’s multi-layered eugenics
gargantuan dam-builders, meal for one
invisible, we exist only in their cost column

get out the car, get out the car 

get out the car, let your children live
get out the car, commuting time is over
get out the car, explore vocations local
get out the car, the time for tokenism’s over

 

Pull the tractor out the ditch
let lie the earth layer of broken pristine products
pulsing treasure, walked over texture
vines and field marks were missed
the grains of tribal power are buried with asbestos
the cabbage white butterfly crushed at man’s nexus
The morons won’t be happy
‘til the last tree’s cut down
The morons won’t be happy
‘til the last lawn’s paved over
when all animals are extinct
we will be next, the human animal

 

Consumers of speed and mileage
where are you really going?
consumers of speed and mileage
in your confined escape vehicles
tinned up numbnuts, line of sheep

The time for tokenism is over

get out the car, get out the car
and let your children live

Love in a Changing Climate

 

And I was just saying

I carry the sound of your voice in my head

Your text messages read and re-read

When everything has broken down

I’ll be your carbon-neutral clown

 

Politicians doing it for expenses

All that talk of building fences

Coming to terms with aspirational teeth

Night in, with ultra-violet and bleach

 

And I was just saying

You haven’t been around

I’ve been listening to Polly Jean

Inventing my own dance routine

Singing along to the backing vocals

Lifting me to somewhere hopeful

When everything is broken down

I’ll be your carbon-neutral clown.

 

Free trade deals like NAFTA

Will make the perfect baked Alaska

This week I’m choosing to heat

Next week I’m choosing to eat

 

And I was just saying

The spirit is willing

But the flesh has peaked

Your presence ghostly

(We discuss politics mostly)

When everything is broken down

I’ll be your carbon-neutral clown

 

I’m a multi-millionaire

But not of money

Liquidity runny, disposition sunny

I’ve downsized from 18 to 8

I can slip through the bars

Of any gate

 

And I was just saying

My trouser seams may be fraying

From tiredness I could be swaying

The time for talking is over

It’s time for praying

 

My calm serenity will never lapse

As I gaze past neoliberal collapse

My focus will never waver

I can resist… two for one offers… or supersavers

 

And I was just saying

I learned how not to look weak

how to turn the other cheek

Someone said I’m too political

And Charlie Chaplin was far too comical

And Jesus Christ was just too Christ-like

So let’s take that fight to them

Let’s press right into them

Just saying, just saying

When everything has broken down

I’ll be your carbon-neutral clown.

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