My backyard
Used to be mine
Before my landlady
Moved the chickenhut.
Now she comes on down
Like I imagine she fancies
She’s rolling down a tunnel
Long and smooth, past Tony’s
Twice a day to let the chickens run.
My backyard
Is a sloping square
Where I fill up on nature
Out by the firepit and duckbath.
But I gotta work on it ’cause my friend
She comes on down and I greet her warmly
And we talk together of ducklings and firewood
But really she wants to tell me the music’s too loud.
It’s a brave man who asks us to consider our identity.
Jordan Peterson talks of the same.
Not to get attached to a ‘group’ identity,
To above all, be thyself.
If plant-based is a piss-weak term for one who
Refuses to buy into the bullshit and doesn’t eat animals –
Themselves, their parts, their anything.
And vegan is that aforementioned tendency
In its awesome branding power (‘We Are The Fucking VEGANS!’) –
So the pithole of getting too identified with what exactly ‘that’ word means…….
In the end, if vegan equally denotes what you DON’T eat, and then,
By sure and savage contrast – as well what you DO identify with –
And it sure as hell ain’t THAT FUCKING MURDERING AND DISMEMBERING AND EATING OF THEIR BODIES IN THEIR VERY MEAT-EATING WORLD! – then:
– – –
It is that ‘world’ of NATURE. We are the reflection of nature
And the world is a reflection of us. Perfect reflections.
Nature is where the animals are sleeping in their dreams.
We are wandering lost still, but they are there,
And we are the souls that could have something to
Say back to them.
There are a million ways
I delude myself.
There are a million ways
I’ve tried.
May I at least have
Made it amusing to
think so.
Open to be inspired.
I want an app
That will slide some silence
Into the gap
Between songs.
Each song has an emotional echo
Before another emerges.
Here we go again! Into the tinsel, the tacky,
The shiveringly weird and wacky
Father Xmas show comes to town again!
Starring third-world slave-made tinsel-crapola,
Weird adolescent adult idiots running around
With red noses and brown plastic antlers on,
The word ‘Christmas’ (Christmas! Christmas!)
Coming at you from every direction (Buy! Buy!)
Buy your friends, buy them with tinsel and crap
Made in China. Let the little ones suck on shit
Full of colouring and ‘flavour’ (ing!)
Ring the bells of commerce! Ring ring!
Ring the merry bells,
Cash registers register-ing
A massive Bling!
Angels weeping.
