A Poem for a Recession
by Jon Stocks
I am invisible. I walk the streets
Gazing in shop windows. With soulless mirth
Noting the trends. The drift to Burlesque.
Thinking to myself. Nothing works anymore.
Eight calls to the doctor. Always engaged.
And the dram shops. Locked and barred.
I am invisible. Wind’s from the North.
I lean to the right. The spite of recession,
It’s just like the eighties. I close my eyes.
It’s all blather. The blind leading the blind.
You don’t see me. I’ve seen it all before.
And television. Tits and arse repeats.
I am invisible. You hollow-eyed,
Dumbed-down. You deserve each other.
Tedium. Life’s a bitch and then you die.
Accountants, moneylenders rule the world.
Newspapers full of lies. The end of time.
Bitter? You bet I am. Dead and bitter.
Invisible. The God you could have known.
© 2009 Jon Stocks
Jon Stocks has had work published in magazines
worldwide and have been nominated for the Pushcart prize, an
American poetry award. He has also received a citation of
special merit from Bewildering stories magazine.
Recent work has appeared, or is scheduled to appear, in magazines
Candelabrum, The Coffee House magazine, Coffee House, Pennine
Other Poetry, Manifold, Poetry Monthly, Harlequin, Tadeeb International
(translated into Urdu), Taj Mahal review, Avacado, Involution
He is currently working on a first novel and also
short stories, winning the Carillon magazine short
small number of poems are currently being transformed into short films
as part of a film poetry project. His poem, "Alicia's Diary" was
in Sheffield Cathedral as part of a Multi-media poetry presentation.
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