Rishi Dastidar

Apr 9, 2021 | Front And Center, Poetry | 0 comments

The mesmerising kineticism of Boy Bruce, The Mighty Atom

The ‘patter’ yes, he had it, was
all about it. But don’t forget patter
as in ‘pattern’ too, the way his feet
would find unmissable meanings
on sprung floors across the land,
in ballrooms, on bandstands, in
Meccas to the demand that we.
will. must. be. entertained. now.
because it is Saturday night dammit
and the money has nearly run out;
so make those quirks and quarks
and electrons electrifying and we
will cheer you into those universes
beyond any we might ever know.

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Eating popcorn at the apocalypse

Well, the cinemas are closed,
so what else are we to do?

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Gresham’s law, but for supply side curves

The Gig economy >
The Hustle economy >
The Grift economy >
The Flail economy >
The Despair economy >
The End economy

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My ghost speaks iron

oh the elemental sadness
of having a lover come back
to your mind unbidden,
summoned up by a word,
say ‘iron’, a fine cell thought.
You wait for a revelation, not
realizing the epiphany of her is
always there by never being there.

 

 

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