Brennaisance.
Bretro.
Brie Raphaelite.
Breformation.
Breturn.
Brepublic.
Bread; bread.
We’ll take to streets for bread,
if and when it comes to it,
but Brexit..?
But its not just in the head
now its out of the bag
it asks if there is a future
for wanting to go back,
to the comfort of the plankton of
what it was once-
Brexit asks if Democracy is real;
if enough people
on the great double-decker super-state idea
press the bell,
is it possible to get off the bus?
When she came she’d come
light years, forklifted
out darkness
she came up on the trade radar,
wanting more
than what they paid her so
she’s working for me now.
Because she was where
she was, she was in warehouse
of unawareness,
in another role, rolled up;
wrapped and queued in obscurity
but
she’s working for me now.
She’s off the books of the enemy,
off the racks of dormancy,
getting to the roots
of my insolvency;
off to work she goes
for me now, for now
I am her protector,
I am her sector;
she’s working for me now.
When phones were dumb
we had to stand by the shaft
to draft arrangements;
portals were unportable;
fixed, neutral apparatus,
revolving dials for numbers and
familiar codes, memorised.
Now they’re highly evolved pets;
extensions, quick mini pack-horses
overloaded, dangling into our faces,
cutting out all the corners, stairs of life
transporting us, keeping us
hooked on contact,
eternal; our pilot lights-
Smart? Arse. I miss the old,
passive things, content to stay put..
I miss being left to my own devices.
was life less various back then with duller spices?
Once upon a time I read a book
or two; I wrote and now I text.
There was no mind in such matter,
I didn’t have one eye endlessly
washed by a stream of visual chatter,
underestimating the potential of the universe,
for fear of silence, darkness;
bathing in torchlight to abate agitation.
So comes a generation;
kids with phones, blank brains;
receivers, happy to let Google give
all the answers to whatever they need,
making memory an external resource,
following life’s course always within range
with updates and readouts and data,
if that’s smart, I’ll be smarter,
I’ll keep my songs in my heart
for a starter.
My Deerboy 