latest poem a week offering to the relentless stream-babble of the decent of humankind down the easier path-of-less-resistance decision making that we seem to collectively roll out since about 1980...is it Wham!'s fault, did they not wake us up before they go go ed....
#9 Everything is changed
Totally right on
man and power to the people
Keep the planet
turning and save the whales ‘cos they are more important than a Star Trek movie
Give flowers to
the National Guard, stick one down a barrel
Turn on, tune
in, drop OUT, and never get off the bus
The conscious
mind is a rapid fire linguistic onion that brings tears to the children of tomorrow
You and Me and
We are the Egg Men, ‘cos the torture never stops
When a Happening
happens you just do what you do man see those colours on the wall, cool
Hang on to this
bong for me I have to go for a slash
And why don’t
those chicks give out more now they are on the Pill -giggle giggle giggle
Are you going
to Scarborough Fair on Height Ashbury
Isle of White
tip toeing through the tulips of the Squares’ up-tight minds
Jimmy Hendrix died
chocked on the sick of a rebellious stomach
Don’t know and never
go eat that yellow snow where the meerkats go
Cos I’ve got
the stink foot baby, wona cry all over you
The Isle of Kintyre
and the frog song took the wings off the plane and ended it all
Landing on the
moon was the start of the end of human kind
The overdue
bill for growth and the debt economy is no foundation to build blue sky dreams
on
Flying pigs fracking
shale rock for their last buck and loose-change saloon bundle
Another thing
to avoid, poison in the water, the air has less air in it now
Daytime tv adverts
of dying children blemished with the sanctity of deep voice monthly sincerity
Keep sane, turn
the human senses to standby, show only a small blue l.e.d energy killing
In bright light
the warning lights cannot be seen
Mama and Papa
left here on a jet plane knowing that we cannot go back again and left us
This is the City
we half dreamed of, sky scrapers and everything for a dollar
Oh baby dissolving
and changing in the dawn clouds of drought and flood and ice vortexes
Oh lover gone
in a swirl of patchouli and long flowing dresses shimmering on hips of sunshine
Oh mama can’t
cook no meal for you no more
Oh baby, spirit
gone and walked out on me, climate changed
Stars blinked and coughed blinded by energy-saving street prison lighting, laughing above our hearing
Water is simmering
to the boil and the frogs are dreaming of the times of tadpoles.
Frank Zappa - Peak a Boo
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