Sit perfectly still and be kissed
while sunning yourself
beside the heat of home-made screen
this good news, the new year brings.
Bargains by the dozen,
go out visit a crowd of mad gunmen
haunting the aisles of exploding shopping malls.
As when in irrational mood
they spray the car park with guns and food
everyone agrees shopping is ecstasy;
with the wildness on every person’s lips
that speaks direct.
I don’t care, I got here first
with mouth pursed, kneel,
to hear a final word: a loaded quip.
No fire or glamour, no words or hammer
just…………..
What light is let into the empty brain ?
Is it heroin or cocaine? Or just nerve ending ?
To pause, engage, kiss
with this vast fix
that we see across the sky in smiling lips.
Have I not free will to drive in, shop and kill ?
To celebrate a
prosperous year for all fanatics
and everyone else in any
kind of racket
such as our friends in
government.
There are lots of cameras around
with which to spy upon us.
It makes them smile
to see all that moody heat
chasing deals up and down the street.
Observe the enthusiastic dead.
Observe them.
A carriage of them we will make
and fill their steady, boys, steady,
with steady state.
The bodies we will make.
We tend to speculate
on what they might have said
about their rotting.
Neither will the bugle wake them
As the rotting sun is set
on that long day to say good-bye to all that’s good.
As we crossed a trackless plain
directed by camera –
our only record
as we crossed a trackless plain
directed by camera:
repeated.
A cluster of legs accelerated
numbers heated by bodies
heated by bodies
ready for the quick stamp panic attack
of gas attack.
Repeated and played and watched
by men and women tracking us
senior officials with senior and sensitive facts
about our lives and loves
repeating to themselves
it was good for us to be watched
and after the attack to conclude
there were now less of us to track.
Blessings on Monaco
And all its palaces –
Particularly the one I live in
Covered in bougainvillea.
Or the yacht I forgot to mention
Abacus 1,2,3.
Or a matter not unconnected,
The boiling of the sea.
(from William Blake)
And did those words in City speak
not quite mean what they said?
And was this secret place still England
now it’s owned by global inc?
And did the governor, a touch laconic,
look like King Canute and slightly comic.
To put us on our mettle;
We, who are the face of battle.
Bring me my bonus of burning zeros!
Bring me a nod from my manager!
Bring a decent appraisal, o career unfold!
Bring me a car with two steering wheels!
I shall continue to make a million
and control the price of oil per gallon,
while we build a new Jerusalem
where money is without limit.
(from William Shakespeare)
Shall I compare an option to a future?
The thought of all that money is lovely.
Markets are volatile – alleluia.
Wow, the contract has a month longer
And the market’s gone loco.
Hey, it could be an opportunity (in such confusion).
As once in a while you get this kind of thing –
To go away in May and come back in September,
Overpowering us happy few with a price
Nobody can remember.
I guess we couldn’t believe it –
The vanity of the forbidden City.
For as long as someone’s able and willing,
There’s always a chance to make a killing.