The future streets are crowded
Posted by John, November 9th, 2016 - under Poems, Poems for a new world.
The future streets are crowded
I walk the politics of streets
Deserted, dodging dog shit
And cracked concrete
Where radios thumb
Discrete humdrum,
Nothing belongs, nothing lives
Under the tar
And nothing forgives
The cold dark star
The two ignore
They adore the walls
With dolour signs
And sighs design our future
Without me, without you
Not free, ever fewer
This is our sewer
This is it
I do not choose their shit
But walk the politics alone
All alone, small voiced
Hoist petards fart
And celebrate
The death of art
Of love, of air, of trees
Of you and me, politically
The disease spreads
I am home
Unread, unheard, alone
We are all alone
Let’s meet for tea in crowded streets
And greet each other warmly
Let’s talk of better days and feats
Than defeat, sorely tested, again
Where humdrum becomes
Symphony, singing free
All free, when we are not alone
When we are not alone
And future streets are crowded
John Passant 9 November 2016