Put down something

Hell did not put it first but I did my own bidding or so I thought. In the street, onto the beat of things came my whip and onto the next street, my mind did a strip. And the next street and the next strip, strip, strip. And never came and went. Eventually, I ventured out onto the landing strip of pavement flat without a lover and felt its concrete indifference which for a brief moment liberated my Wartime mind with Paris. And as I shuffled towards the shop coins in pockets, I wondered nothing at all lest I drop them into a storm drain. All the time workmen were at work inside the bubble of my brain which was a lot of workers and lot of fetuses never formed chemically assassinated before their born. I trod like a dancer those steps back home. A retired dancer. A retired shopper. A retired whore of body and soul now I was richer than ever before my dreams of Sodom and Gomorrah came and wept and stained cherubs cheeks. Love and lust in vain entreaty of willing heart and able body and mind came calling perhaps to ask for forgiveness. Perhaps not. I gave her my lot. I never had a lot. A lens came calling and the rest is history. A package holiday. A poor man’s bestiary. Bikini Atoll  Instagram. And for once ‘Never?’ was not a question. Its already blown up in your face. this is the future of the human race. Global-mega-nuke-dom-fascist-photo-king-dom-peasant-vegetable-heirloom-grade A Poultry forever and ever more. Give thanks for your children. Sigh, Pause, Play again, the noise that never stops, the virtual malady that brings our minds to the brink of sanity, without rhyme nor reason except it has for want of a metaphor inhabited a black horse that thunders over hedgerows and fields of fancy..well you can tell it a million times but then pounds saved lives and where was heaven all them years ago? They would us rather forget instead streamline our finances for a life online. Glitterball anyone? Chide your children for wanting it so instantly. Chide yourself for not giving in, Chide the forest for offering it. Chide your parents hides for breeding its culture and problems as they lie foot clubbed ready to repel invaders. Thank them for their lot. Bonking labradors building secret laboratories where Loreal models go for doggy facials Haven’t you heard? it’s the latest craze. Stranger things have happened in Russia! A man went shopping there and ended up in the special forces with Nikita giving him orders. It’s the new land of opportunity. Ask Boris, Ask Putin, Ask Yeltsin, Ask Gorbachev (oh he’s dead) Ask that waxwork brain in the Whitehouse. Where there is an election to be rigged. You know who to call!


Published by Andrew Mark Watkins

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