I have said on more than one occasion that political poems do not stand the test of time. People's memories are too short, events fade, new outrages occur. Here is a poem I have been working on for some time. Thanks must go to the Secrets for their assistance in finally bringing it to the page.
I am the unsleeping opposite of wakeful
jaundiced under the petrol station sodium lights
the empty newspaper bins wait
it’s too early for the news
but I know what they will say-
thirty one bodies fished out of the Channel
It concerns the tragic deaths of 31 people attempting to reach this country who drowned in the Channel. We need to sort out a process for accepting refugees and migrants that removes people smugglers and their miserable trade from the equation. My heart goes out to the families of all those who have died. It is a tragedy that the British government is such a heartless propaganda machine which puts placating its new voters above human life.
Now a poem on a lighter subject. An event at the university where I work.
Just Another Day at Marjons
and we have been tasked with the making of a video
a parody of a parody filmed on a phone in the rain
the wind will steal away your words only to replace them
with the sound of the sea in a shell held to your ear
I think it explains itself. It did have this second stanza but I think it is unnecessary.
we go inside
shoot scenes in the public rooms
no one stares
stuff like this happen all the time
Here's Lana Del Ray with Chemtrails over the Country Club.Until next time.