wild about swimming

quit the histrionics
get back to your red tops, your weekend comics
this is business, dummies – basic economics
you take the shit we line our pockets
profits equals juicy deposits
and for future reference?
our stated preference
is always affluence over effluence
and – sorry to interrupt ya
simply put we’ve mugged ya
in plain sight
okay snowflake is that alright?
and if not you know where you can stick your pipes
straight up the arse of our sharp city pinstripes
so we can shit whenever, wherever we like
directly in the lakes and rivers and seas
in quite extraordinary quantities

it’s the dumpster definition of zero-sum
the piece de l’excrescence, la creme de la scum
the shitty hand on the golden pump
the bottom line, the boardroom rump
good for the margins, bad for the tum
yaddah yaddah our kingdom come
our profits be served, our will be done
in business not in health
in sickness and in wealth
forever in fever
ah men
(mindful of our margin percent)
what the eye doesn’t see the arse doesn’t grieve over
if the smell’s too bad just put your sleeve over
your nose
we propose
because accountants disclose
when treatments declined our profits rose
so we permanently diverted the overflows
it’s just the way the storm drain goes
(why you put up with it god ONLY knows)

whaddya mean you can’t paddle or snorkel?
you’re worried about eels, barbels and turtles?
death when you take a gobful and gurgle?
REALLY, Feargal?
let me help you square that circle:
profits good, spending bad
and if I’ve helped you just a little, I’m glad
now run along back to the 1980s – that’s super
and if you must swim carry a pooper scooper

a history of everything in three acts

I
in the beginning there wasn’t that much
just a whole lotta nothing & nowhere & such
till a big bang sprang right outta the chasm
in an unexpected creation spasm
(though why you’d interrupt infinite snoozing
is actually the thing I find most confusing)

II
after a while humans jumped up
fashioned tools and got quite pumped up
thought themselves the absolute nuts
quickly jogging from caves to huts
cities, castles, countries, kingdoms
hunting deer to bumping incomes

III
invented gods who were smart like them
so armies could rampage and say amen
all the while using the earth like a pit
for mining more stuff and then burying it
till the universe said the experiment’s dead
turned out the lights and went back to bed

chives

I was in the garden
thinking hard n’
startin’
to feel words were dumb
grass was grass, the sun, the sun
(creatively blocked, to use the jargon)

suddenly I’m dry flow
a vacant little shit show
a no go kinda poet
a kid with a trumpet
who blows and pumps it
but it just sounds bad and he has to dump it

I know it’s absurd
all because I saw some herbs
in a rotten ol’ planter start to emerge
yeah! I felt so alive
looking at chives
but the words I wanted wouldn’t arrive

a sign I should quit
stop for a bit
put the pen down, be done with it
finally fuck this
spike the haikus, kill the couplets
cut the chives, make some omelettes