You are here to go (the Rabbit Revolution)
We are frozen
not good enough
resignation accepted
deals with devils done
suffering death in life
ransoming every other
family for our own,
drinking love to sleep
feasting on sex to wake
sat at the back of the cave
guarding our precious bones
preferring the pitch of darkness
to the fall of shadows on the wall
cast up by the fire raging inside us,
a nest of rabbits caught in the middle
of the road, a mesmerized society
eyes wide as spinning dinner plates
waiting for dictatorship to swerve away,
but the driver has a death grip on the wheel
his bloody foot is nailed fast to the accelerator
he wants to feel the skin and guts in his tread
wants to wear you and feast on his road kill,
turn way from the light and choose your life
only action only your thump will save you now
to save your own skin know your own mind
and gather the colony, leave the nest and go!
You are here, to go! So go, go, go,
before you are eaten up by the road.
Jgh
4/8 (from “8 Drafts of a Multi-Dimensional Poem)
A crash mat for a safe landing – expecting fractures –
Playing eight ball in the afternoon – carpet sticky with neglect
I line up the white and see over the table where a woman is
watching us play –
We all slip up – say the wrong thing at the wrong time to the
wrong girl –
Life is full of misgivings – no wonder the playboy becomes the
priest –
I have no such story – cynical about this world and powerless –
What have I done wrong and why do I keep doing it?
The faded movie posters give the memory a point in time –
What shifts is our perception – the movie was panned when it
was released –
The transitional arrangements for our departure are in place
Life is split between our nomad spirit and marking out a territory
–
I lit up the sky around you but you weren’t in the mood for fireworks –
Or rather: other forces are at play – there’s been a shift –
Pluto is no longer classed as a planet – so our uncertainty
grows –
They say he was last seen rooting through dustbins in search of
polystyrene –
Was it only I who knew your intention? That and the grants panel –
Seems there is method in our madnesses – I approved of the
colour scheme –
The shortlist requires no introduction – past lives are uncontrollable