Does The Boatman Accept Plastic? by David Mac
A siren?
Police fire ambulance?
Wail?
Howl?
Trouble fear death?
Scream if you must
But that’s in the distance
That’s not herePhew!
Town traffic knows best
Busy daytime noon
Grinding nightmare
Going nowhere
And humans made of meat
Amble
LonesomeBack and forth
Stuffed full of worries
And thoughts
But wriggling
On the hook
On the fire
To shops (mainly)
To buy some stuff
To get some shit
To purchase some things
before they die
Before they die
Before they die
To get some shit
before they die
They won’t die
They got money
They got possessions
Wallets thick as bricks
They ignore the sirens
Like they ignore death
Eyes drool on shop windows
Cash queue notes and change
Accept cheques?
Accept plastic?
You cunt?
They never blink
Never flinch
Never see a thing
All the clouds
Crazy!
Author bits:
David Mac is one of the greatest forklift drivers to emerge from the UK in recent years. His poems can be found in many mags, journals, sites, zines and blogs. He has various collections out, inclucing collections with Erbacce Press, Knive Forks and Spoons Press, Writing Knights Press, and Like This Press. He is also the editor of Meat Songs magazine. To contact, email him at lutonghoul@hotmail.co.uk.
David Mac is one of the greatest forklift drivers to emerge from the UK in recent years. His poems can be found in many mags, journals, sites, zines and blogs. He has various collections out, inclucing collections with Erbacce Press, Knive Forks and Spoons Press, Writing Knights Press, and Like This Press. He is also the editor of Meat Songs magazine. To contact, email him at lutonghoul@hotmail.co.uk.
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