Regime

Strong boys toot their horns
Marching two-by-two
On all fours

Fun for all the children, rifle
Them in before bullet
Points doubt

Strong and stable computer
Simulations. Friendly
Firing squads

I perch above street level
Giant canvases
Roll on

Marketing campaign slogans
Stick like confectionary
To car windows

The long drive home through
Grey drizzle and greyer
Suburban gates

Strong boys don’t cry themselves
To sleep in barracks, they
Play in anger

They drive a bulging six-pack
Into their bottled heart
Stopping cardio

Knowing more about regime
Change than any folks
Back home

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Regime

Void

It’s cool to be a nihilist
Pour that bleak, scornful
Weak coffee over the head
Of a loved one.
They stop talking to
Roast each individual bean
At 37 degrees. Life
Signs are good, above
Average life expectancy
We get to watch as puffins
Exhale on their tiny island
Reminded, of how pointless
It is to try at all. Ivory towers
Shooting birds, such a great
Huntsman, they’ll say
Taking the little victories
The small pieces of joy
Smashing them like
Colliders of matter
Colliders where matter matters
No matter what the bulilding
Blocks turn out to be

Void

Biohazard

It’s hard to write poems
Like you’re a voice for
A generation of artists
Suffering in silence
Apathetic about stagnant
Careers in thrift managing
To exist day-to-day
Without ending it.
Glumly, I flick through pages
Of questionable merit
Every job needs a portfolio
Nobody uses filters to cut
Shit included to pad it out
Give it a noticeable weight
A polished golden biohazard
Charged at the industry rate

Biohazard

Rigid

I’m supposed to write
About things I see
Frame them in a delicate verse
Both patient, and a butcher
With perspexecutive lenses
Yelling through glass cubicles
The click echo location commands
If not for yourself, then
For your community
The street spirit that died
When we locked our doors
Never quite straightening
The visual cues on the wall
Aware of many pictures
Competing for one role

Rigid

An Existential Crisis of Structure

Moving at high speed
Over metal planks that are wearing
The 737am from Glasgow Central
Its energy contained within them

The stillness lost for a split second
On this life-size brio set, aground
One part of a network of incisions
That unobtrusively connect our towns

But I have not laid down a finger
To engineer this feat of labour
I’m free to move freely between its carriages
Within reasonable standards of behaviour

The network of wires and rails
Screech through the past, thankless lines
Of migrants constructing despite the schedule
A late train constitutes wasted time

Educated, softly spoken. Not hardened
By labour. Heading to a convention
Cursing the network signal under our breath
Because we need instant gratification

Bright boys and girls drinking coffee
Surrounded by a cotton shroud
Where physical objects were once pertinent
Now, we only understand the cloud

I couldn’t tell a cumulonimbus
From the faint ether of WIFI signal
The rain shall wash over my ignorance
But not over the invisible

Maybe each generation has its labourers
Leaders and guilty passives
Flummoxed by the specifics
Of difficult technical challenges

But it can only take us so far
In the pursuit of elusive zeal
I’m at the mercy of this technology
I’m not sure how I’m supposed to feel

An Existential Crisis of Structure

News Update

Cleverness is a drug
If I’m the judge, I can
Sentence myself
For possession with
Intent to distribute
But the powdery
Substance always slips
Between my fingers
When I try to
Take a closer look
Intelligent as I am
I do not understand
The chemistry set
Cased in. Waiting
For the bloody mess
To absorb the news
With a clean breath
Of certainty
But this forgery
Left a lagery imprint
On the outer shell
A tattoo engraved
To question what
I put up my nose
And into my chest

News Update

New Leaf

I snapped a twig
In a leafy park suburb
Gates closed in
I was circling for a
Way out of this
Repetition.
I tread carefully
But still hack at
The wooden
Fences among
Springs and babbling
Brooks chattering
Constituent parts
Flowing through
Indiscriminately.
They dried out
The other side
Charging for the
Right to poor water
Ownership is king
I don’t know
How to turn it into
A new leaf

New Leaf