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Takeaway in Uckfield

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There were lights & sounds
late last night in our funeral
home – busy on newly dead
[quick-quick] as subfusk inks
wet let awry on diary pages
& penned onto calendars &
thumbed into ‘phones – Tick
to remind me [alarms set for
his not-attended ceremony]
& has anyone told Uncle Jon
& other missives texted out
to those who knew our Jim/
Facebook reverberates with
grief – Jim had locked them
out – Try CFC1964? – Yes! Of
course – his words [in posts]
say nothing of worth – they’d
been liked fifty times before
& are left alone – revelations
have been read/ Timeline off

 

1984

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In 1984 our enemies
were evident – easier
days to direct choler
with words – we spat
sneers & swilled gob
in our mouths [oiled
for French kissing &
tonguing]/ AIDS took
fun from a bare fuck
& for a living I lugged
monitors & F.X. racks
on & off worn stages
& up rippling ramps –
rubber castors wrote
truck-loading songs –
pre & post-show arias
of drugs not taken – I
waited for love’s rare
rush to suck me off –
I was born dreaming
in Technicolor’s hues
by weekend films on
T.V. – fewer options to
blight ourselves by –
pubs were our forum
& dating site – easier
times to get a fuck &
wake without staying
I see her so-blue eyes
but not her real name
& other such recall of
lost time & time lent –
we dealt in our now –
we had no time travel
via handheld devices

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Careless Talk

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So how will this [sh!]
viral infection expose
modern insecurities –
will roaming decline?

[They sit at metre spaces sipping slow coffees – quite
European – now forsaken until our anxieties rewind]

Our thin copper wires
were not designed to
grip our selfish loads –
ties bind us tighter to

[My client rings & we laugh off sicknesses & dire ends –
but our retirement policies have taken another thump]

extraction & supplies
from far places – ores
& cereals will stop as
ships halt & we watch

[She is over seventy & feels as if this was planned – as
if this was a useful plague to rid our NHS of zombies]

as emissions pale on
charts [Inversions of
doubling disease may
balance it all] We fail

[Careless talk costs lives – I see they have contingency
plans – they had social care sorted – this’ll do for it all]

again to incite [or thrill]
on pole-pulled cables
[imported a while ago
before talking ended]

He who arrives late

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He who arrives late
has no bed – said to
me in jest but truer
now that our world
finds loathing easy
to spread / We will
contaminate all we
love with infectious
hate / Long unions
will succumb [to ire
their lessors] / As a
couple bore at love
[& its dried-up rub]
they’ll find in others
keen relief in sex &
overpriced drugs in
hour-rented rooms /
All our rules shifted
when re-connection
was offered for free
by cheap lying silos
[& wi-fi two-timings]
Disconnect & return
to our former arrival

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@John_Wilmot1647

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‘Admired for his deathbed performance’
& ‘infamous in his time for his life’ – two
lines of internet biography ensnare his
four decades of crimes / A seventeenth
century existence – before our futilities
bled online [when we danced with men
& vanities & lines of sovereign-sourced
lies] Those immediately-crowned social
influencers – we click on & receive futile
lies / We will visit long enough to review
as subordinates bow & divide / Our poet
Rochester would have flourished – under
wit’s re-tweeted cries – as inferior artists
fell under Facebook’s clamorous denials

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