You need to have a plan
You need to have a plan and its first part
must say the cutting edge of the state of the art
can't hold a candle to you. Investors love
that short of thing. Secondly, say you'll move
the goalposts, redefine the market, break
the paradigm, already have the stake-
holders saluting ducks all in a row
and never show your working. Although, you know
that faking rumours of a prototype
can rocket-boost the most slothful share price
and drive your competition into fits—
so that is when you sell off all the bits
then make some sort of statement in the press:
how federal regulation caused the mess.
2017-04-10
NaPoWriMo - 2017 - April 7th - The rough guide to peri-apocalyptic travel
The challenge was to write a poem using: translucent, black, ride, stuff, house, strike, purpose, yellow, peace, road
The rough guide to peri-apocalyptic travel
I am become translucent on my horse
and yet must ride, the desert not too far
behind, the desert not so far ahead;
its stuff and substance blow around your house,
as I pause to drink and strike some sort of pose.
What is my purpose? You do not want to know—
the desert will be on you soon, all sere
and grey, and it's late within the day, and I
imagine yellow bricks upon the road:
it helps me go, my name was never Dorothy
and I am grown translucent on the horse,
which is still black. His name is Acceptance. Peace.
The rough guide to peri-apocalyptic travel
I am become translucent on my horse
and yet must ride, the desert not too far
behind, the desert not so far ahead;
its stuff and substance blow around your house,
as I pause to drink and strike some sort of pose.
What is my purpose? You do not want to know—
the desert will be on you soon, all sere
and grey, and it's late within the day, and I
imagine yellow bricks upon the road:
it helps me go, my name was never Dorothy
and I am grown translucent on the horse,
which is still black. His name is Acceptance. Peace.
NoPoWirMo - 2017 - April 10th - A cricket ball at seventy...
From a prompt to write a portrait of somebody important to you...
A cricket ball at seventy...
...diving for it like a teen,
but even that was long ago
and the most abrupt of angels long since called
one Monday in the home which is not—
there are no homes, in the post-modern
Post-Kathleen Era, where a pad might be incontinence
or else for YouTube on the move
and at least one grandchild is married
to a MOTSS. There is still sun
such as warmed Lino in the kitchen in the back yard
of the terraced house where the loo came indoors
in the sixties and the dog slunk off a final time
in nineteen eighty-two.
We who are yet to die...
we miss you, the cloth cap and the grin
the lunatic spin, and diving for the cricket ball
when you were seventy. We miss that you never complained
not once
and were proud to pay the income tax—
which meant you'd earned some money.
Mother says that you made shoes
as a necessity
and reared a pig as a luxury
and a Christmas meal.
They say in time
every wound will heal
but this one
brought its golf clubs.
A cricket ball at seventy...
...diving for it like a teen,
but even that was long ago
and the most abrupt of angels long since called
one Monday in the home which is not—
there are no homes, in the post-modern
Post-Kathleen Era, where a pad might be incontinence
or else for YouTube on the move
and at least one grandchild is married
to a MOTSS. There is still sun
such as warmed Lino in the kitchen in the back yard
of the terraced house where the loo came indoors
in the sixties and the dog slunk off a final time
in nineteen eighty-two.
We who are yet to die...
we miss you, the cloth cap and the grin
the lunatic spin, and diving for the cricket ball
when you were seventy. We miss that you never complained
not once
and were proud to pay the income tax—
which meant you'd earned some money.
Mother says that you made shoes
as a necessity
and reared a pig as a luxury
and a Christmas meal.
They say in time
every wound will heal
but this one
brought its golf clubs.
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