Thursday, 14 November 2024

So, now.... (The Pandemic* - just a title for a poem that isn't, rit now...about the real one, still nowing its way to oblivion)

 I really DO understand...


Why her shitcreek is so polluted.

Why NONE of them... the Mermaids and ... refer back a few weeks ago to to my updated name or word picture, for inland Mermstoo... unusually i have forgotten it and I aint trudging back through this swamp to find it...


 CAN ever do anything... to cause 'change'...

And more importantly could never CHANGE the Uttermost Ends of The Earth garbage culture, and books promoted at libraries -  every single one a self hatred cult of pitiful "look at poor me" load of spineless nonsense..

(from the generation with their 'Forever Young' as seen 17 years ago.. all they can think of and maybe thats ittoo.. they dont WANT the next generation to live longer or even very long  so they wouldnt DARE allow them or MAKE them encounter life affirming culture...Pereira..Ove.. Reader  6.27...to name  afew)

Because... only the second time in two years, i was out, afterdusk......undercover... pretending to be a poet, at  a gathering of poets...


Quite simply (even if i didn't even have to pay for the 'social' drink of lemonade... I should have asked him 

for a yogi tea at probably three

pounds fifty)


I do not use the same currency

of confected self pity and performative "metoo

I have something 'wrong' with me"

Eighty five percent..

And that is being(their favourite must-use word)

generous.

Of the 'word's...a  performative cult

of what?

Basically "why i am heroically not dead

with all these problems..." 


Foolish me to the drink buyer

" ehhh so you longtimer..

This pretends to be

For Gwerk on shitty sea

[house prices] 

rural tranquility

"Now the rural requires

REAL relationships to MAKE

the small time 'community'

farm; farm. Or passed down to next generation

ACTUALLY two to tango to

inculcate regeneration

Or regenerative farming

Lots of hoeing 

harrowing stuff...if alone

moral degeneration 

without coherent couplin' or .. at least some compromise

Or ... there is no 'or' if stuck with some druggy porn addicted co worker bloke

As it only ever ends in anticooperativity all going broke

why indeed the small farms fail and Morgan stanley is ready in the background

to 'Travail' their way to financialisation

The actual state of your shitty little sub-nation

does anyone ever write any poetry about this actual 'globalisation'

Of all your services housing and even muddy creeks food for speculation


[this was unplanned simply not one aforethought speed typing no stops just ..purely in the now at my best peaceful Atch .. rather than doin' what LONG planned as LAST cry for help...

me get THE movie made or you may as well be Orangeman's  eco minister, part of the problem too]


But i had written one verse

for their stage,

 lined up head to toe hearse to hearse

including the lines from Agent z

" starmer today he said....

....genocide"

Just that

Just those few lines

Asking an in poem

two birds with one stone

 question 

" ehh you poets afront of me...

what can i say to her.. perhaps you can help in ..

a motivational not mindful of crap response

theme

How to LIVE on and ..

maybe one day drain his swamp too

whack some 'human'ity into his Teletubbie bonce

i think only poets could respond with real fuckin' grown up poetry...

to his weasel words.. im too tired, could you please help me"

But thought 

the better of it

Because none could...think


Now i know... why

"warrior"  hertoo


*..oh yes and not one word of  two really nasty bigboy wars since 2021...  nor pricerises of economy lines up a good 50% actually starving us bottom third  

or even more gentrification /  rooflessness...

But quite a few words, still...about a bug from even further past

tense

... most of them still were - hadn't even quite returned to 'normal'.

And clearly NEVER will.