Home Mcr: Night Populous!

So excited – we entered the poem film short into a festival and it’s been accepted and will be broadcast on the big screen at the indie hub Home Mcr on 17th March! Cannot believe it! So amazed! Tickets available! 

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Finding The Middle

I want to find the middle again

the mundane the stable

from this life that enables

all the “freedom” finance can bind you

to the “luxuries” that can blind you to

a wasted youth and selfie nation

of future payback from spending inclination

a time of now, immediate, of want

living like a pauper

but advertising yourself like a fucking debutant

a taunt online of everything’s fine

but numbing yourself with what’s fashionable

and ruin a beautiful mind.

Bring me back to the centre

where all that I enter

onto Facebook is normality

rather than this “look at me” insanity

where we talked about a plan

not splashed it all over Instagram

where the future was a dream

and things were as it seemed.

Take down your update

release yourself of pictures of everything you ate

the restaurant critic

who doesn’t know dick

but likes to ignore realities with filtered boomeranged banalities.
But what’s in a like?

are you afraid that when you die

there’ll be no record of you

no friends list or event group

is all you are just a series of blog blurts and hashtags?

of saying on screen opinions

without the face to face truth gags?

You scared that without binary

you’ll be a nothing

a never was,

rather than a something?

So I dunno

I’ll throw stones from this glass house

I don’t own

maybe I’m forgiving

this life everyone’s living

the pleasure principles the fake

the published fun and mistakes

to be part of this planet

this earth worn this granite

and maybe I’ll tell you  just what it is I need

nah, won’t have to you’ll see it posted on my Twitter feed.

Two Words

Two words
pulled from lips as though

I

observing from a place that was other
where I’d run to
and ducked for cover
Flew from my unconscious mouth
shaped so like my mother’s

In a voice
of knowing without knowing

Like I was six again
with night-tears
scalped knee
bike wheel still spinning
Two words now like a stranger’s memory

– Oh that it would be!

Two words a knew of sound
carried with your leaving
one I still can’t accept a reality
a signal that she…

Two words: “Get Daddy!”