I lost something that is more important than life itself
to governments the world over
Every time I saw a coke can
or a dishevelled plastic bag in the distance,
it appeared like the Holy Grail,
the answer to all my problems.
I asked a lollipop man,
but he couldn’t help me;
I asked the ‘Help’ desk in Roneo Corner Tesco,
but they couldn’t help me;
I looked through nearly every blade of grass that was up to my shins,
but still nothing,
nothing in the lake too.
I risked being labelled a ‘scum of weirdos’ for the answer,
I went back and forth, retracing my steps
via a bicycle
walking and riding,
but nothing again.
I’ll never find it.
And to compound the situation,
I got light brown dog shit –
the worst kind –
on one of my bike wheels.
LIFE is one long piece of turd,
we – you and me- are the contents of that turd;
different things swallowed up then
regurgitated to solidify us together
cue big juicy black and gold flies
sucking us dry.