(me & poetry) what about You?

Deaf to terrible beauty
terrible stupid things dem

dose poems

hear nothing
nada, niente
flat heartless words

Choose
language
dialect

redirect

idioma
fou
who?

what the expert says
...pff


watch and eat and drink

consume your heart away
time to
participate
synchopate
elaborate
generate


but no

drive and shout
career around full
of hot gas
consuming,
eating,
everything (including spuds from anywhere but here and stawberries in December)

and complain
and lodge and squabble
and eat and drink and eat
and wibble wobble wobble

the precipice

the precipice

the truffling days are done
time for words

Where are our poets?
Is it a dead art?

Hidden, perhaps
under the surface
riding the currents of discontent

but not much use if
no-one's cocked
or even pricked

I have an apetite so large I could consume a bloody continent