IN LOVE WITH THE SATELLITES:
My poet is numb today, abandoned on the rails between Birmingham
& London. Infected, breathing, sneezes, coughs, flinching to the
spikes of ringing cellphones, toddler tears & the recounted legends
of McDonalds meals.
My poet dribbles, lurching over toast & butter, tea-bag in the cup,
trying to remember what happens next.
London, Corby, Stockport, Manchester, Kidderminster, London,
the real united Kingdoms of our tiny island are everywhere but here
in the Land of Oz. Optimism, unrelated to the wallpaper silk spun
politicking of daily transmissions, we philosophise down here whilst
the rest of our nation, expecting nothing for their troubles, gets on
with the business of determining their own futures regardless of
Essex is everywhere, the spirit of ‘kettle-on’ lives!
15 recorded interviews, 15 different experiences, 15 lives lived,
everyone of them building, moving on, positive, relentless hope.