genuinely reflecting

 genuinely reflecting

a genuflecting populace

well and truly put in its place 

by a fat fingered king

medalled and covered in bling 

no money for society 

jesus god almighty

it’s in his treasury you see

the spoils of our usury 

i just don’t see the point

of appointing him just to point

but that’s the point

no one elected him

it’s just an historical whim

when every deserving cause

has no money just because 

the landed gentry gentry

have plenty plenty plenty

stuff the populace with the opium

of football sport and drug’s opprobrium

immediately the media’s swift disclaim

of anything good done in our name

oh come on climate burn me up

enough enough i’ve had enough

unless they make me king today

oh shut up  go away

on your knees you uncouth brat

rat a tat tat tat ~~ and that is that

peace man 🤘

 peace man 🤘

the ‘moment’

it’s like congested man

like Time Square

all have been there

but no one stays 

where they stay

where they go back to

is another moment

it’s in their head man

It’s not congested there

in our heads

but there are lots of heads

in the psychiatrist’s waiting room

saying ‘wait a moment’ man

peace 🤘

once i was not sure

 once i was not sure

each line not sung

but read as a curtain

each platitude the wrong key

to a world without a lock

interpersonal angles

looks in or out of phase

with confusion

say it again 

we begged each other

for the key

go for the angular

 go for the angular

wait around the corner

from me 

waiting around the corner

from you

plan the moment

with me

just a minute man

just a minute man

the dead 

don’t remember

the dead

remember that

when you die 

remember 

they will remember you

for a short while

it’s a bloody killer

init 

whoever they say you are 

all’s quiet in the western aisle

all’s quiet in the western aisle  

the 11th minute 

of the 11th hour

of the 11th month

shopping -

three for the price of two

- poppies

a no-brainer

the great price war

to end all price wars

whistle - a bit over the top

the tannoy announces 

bing bong at end of two minutes

- so long

all’s quiet in the western aisle 

the arrival of the AI man an update of ‘the iron man’

 the arrival of the AI man 

an update of my poem ‘the iron man’

the arrival of the AI man 

                          

they’ve brought in an AI man

that’s what dad heard the old men say

when he was a child

taking coffee to his grandpa 

in the call centre

it took a room-full to answer in unison

             

but now the rat AI has sneaked in

and bitten them off one by one

their freewill annealed in tears

at the damned data-side

of another working homicide 

buried in the blinking sarcophagus

of a data centre’s stations of the cross

injustice crucified as false history

a false reflection of their duplicity 

and yet 

pride at what muscles and mind can sustain

through human resolve may remain 

the restitution that they hoped to see 

when a memorial to AI is written handsomely 

to be read in all of perpetuity 

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