Thursday 18 April 2019

Same Shit, Same Planet (Slight Return)


Same Shit, Same Planet (Slight Return)


‘It’s always a bloody new recipe,’
exploded Father
upon noticing the price
had risen to a shilling
and utterly uncharmed
by the cartoon tyger
sporting celebration between its fillings.
He’d flung the packet on the table
toasted and roasted
and we’d tittered nervously at the outburst
before polishing off the most of the packet
of gummy white bread, then:
‘How many new recipes can there possibly be?’
he’d raged that breakfast,
eyes bulging,
sweaty, threatening,
to detonate his dripping head
until they changed it to ‘seeded batch’ instead,
covered it with burnt bits that litter
grit grain on your teeth
with something bitter,
staking claims to make you fitter.
Oh, had we now but seen
in this primal howl,
guttural growl,
torn deep from breast,
we were something blessed
but most of us, content to rest
to this sound of civilization toppling,
rebranding of crumbling country
by lawyers for you,
who won’t be platformed,
malpracticed, adjusted or deformed,
 even whipped. Conned
into presenting tacky telethon charity
gala luncheons of scrag end of lamb
 for old age pensioners
stroking three legged cats,
taking their thrifty savings to food banks
composed of tins
and last year’s Easter eggs.
Those one-legged mutants
who stumble from this show to the next
speaking of disability,
bastards and unrequited sex
in time to trains, low on heat,
coupled to foul, filthy, rolling stock.
Over exposed, over used
and familiar with stair lifts
that rust their way
black dirt downward, falling motion
clunk-clickety-click, for want
of oily celebrities in hospitals,
somewhat sly touching thigh,
so sick they urge you retch,
grinning, watch you grip the bulkheads
of seasick swimming world
where graffiti covers every part,
for what is, is not, and what is not is art
and if it stops being fun, just stop
sucking hempen ropes
of weed that chokes
with sweet and sickly electric smoke
while the radio cries,
the radio beseeches,
the radio reaches out and teaches,
shape lives, inspire,
help me, save me; light the fire
while too many to remember do retire
their closed minds like granite
same shit, same planet.






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