On The Run From Our Own Rubbish

Before the internet arrived
the way of the future was virtual reality
delivered via heavy headsets.
As one followed the other
both were seen as escapes.

Both were seen as discreet rear exits
out the present and into the unknown,
where we created a world that stayed clean.

Now the seas of that world are full of plastic,
and the noise of men in boats deafen the fish,
and we snack whilst living in faked realities
blind to the destructive effects
of the un-recyclable packaging we trail behind us.
  

Summer! What Is It Good For!

Modern music is oddly like war,
both employ large amounts of technology,
and enlist vast numbers of people,
both as audience and organisers,
in gatherings that go on across the planet
in the best of the good weather.

In both much of the planning
happens in winter and bears fruit
with loud noises later in the year.

Finally both require large amounts of drugs
for the point of their cause
to be most easily comprehended.

No Exceptionalism

I don't believe in lone wolves
or that single bad apple
in the midst the good.

Everything that is presented to us
as exceptional, and beyond the norm,
is not necessarily so.

To see events differently
we need is enough examples
taken from over a long enough time
to find proof enough for a process
we can all observe.

There are cracks in everything, particularly in ourselves
for not seeing sooner what is there for what it is....

So That Is How To Attract New Followers

to what we write in these days of self publishing,
and modestly let the world know how great we are.

Desperation

will never breed contentment,
it will instead to a lack observation
where it's carrier is deceived time and again
as the rules they did not comprehend
change once again and tighten around them
leave them hemmed in forever. 

Talking Nonsense

Many will know of the confidence that cocaine give a person.
The user feels on top of the world
whilst babbling nonsense at great length, speed, and volume.

Their listener cannot get their head round, or away from,
being a forced audience for what they were not there to hear.

Cocaine is the natural drug for wealthy
and for tired musicians to help them to tour
and perform though-and beyond-their tiredness.

The nonsense I knew came much cheaper,
and was much more everyday. It required no dealer,
it comes from men who gathered together whilst sober,
pretending to be in the pub before they got there.

I don't want the sports shirt,
the one that flaps about
on out of condition men
who ignorantly speculate
on competitive sports they don't play,
taking idle punts on the football matches
between teams they have no interest in
and will never see in person,
all because 'they are tired'.

They thought they were normal
when they imitated the sounds
that TV commentators made.

What ever happened to an peaceable silence?

Ruled Through Impossible Dreams

Dictators no more think of themselves as dictators,
than they like the obvious being pointed out to them.

If anyone is going to state the obvious
it has to be them pointing it out to others,
the more to rule over the masses
with cliches of hi-tech future-fantasies,
driven by media that they control.

Media that like to be seen to be distant from,
the less to be held to account for what it says.

Such detachment is made complete
by small, highly controlled, government
where leaders are only ever in 'emit' mode
and never knowingly receive messages
from those that they say they serve.

In the end the complete dis-service
of the public is merely a matter of time
and how rigged to denial the media can be.