World Service Bulletin - poem 2 (Home)

Stop all those clocks and dim the city lights
Redemption has been sung and Marconi died
Off the off ramp at the border, guy
Back Brake lights of a Buick 45

With wood and steel we strut and stroll
From burning streets to a sweetheart highway
With one man’s cowboy heart and soul
From 2 bar heaters to Hammersmith Palais

Shake your fist at the gates of the west
And feel the distance to the Nile
Stretch your arms to the desert
To live and dance a while

Muzzled anger
Fearless drive
Laugh at death
To feel alive
Where diatribe
Through rotting teeth
Lay down died
A funeral wreath
Numbers, figures and plastic discs
Scrawls on paper and crumpled lists
Are all he left as legacy
Those of course, and memory.