Black British

Golden leaves colour the grey cold floor I walk on pondering. Born of Jamaicans plundered.  My patois perplexes & my complexion: milk chocolate brown under the jaded sun.  Perfectly bespoke – broken.  I seethe on remembering my ancestor chanting a frantic Wolof song. He bashed his drum cementing his tongue to the roots. On the grainy pale beach lined by baobabs – I and I stood by but couldn’t understand the lingua. You know wa mi bloodclart mean?

Heathrow Airport Third Runway

If China has a stake in Heathrow Airport Holdings
Then I surmise the third runway authorized
Would be granted by Theresa May, naturally.
I am surprised that

Thousands of people die every year – air polluted:
I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe in central London
But who cares?
The owners?

Ferrovial S.A., Qatar Holding LLC,
Caisse de dépôt et placement du Québec,
Government of Singapore Investment Corporation,
Alinda Capital Partners, China Investment Corporation

and Universities Superannuation Scheme (USS).
Brexit? I can hardly pronounce those investors.
Plus 25% extra for bulldozing homes?
I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe.

 

https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2015/jul/15/nearly-9500-people-die-each-year-in-london-because-of-air-pollution-study

Brexit Aftermath

I see the Chief Economist towering over Brexit, as the common person reviles in benign betrayal while lifting toadstools in Tescos. Lamenting an experiment of overhaul: the imperfect structural coherence we knew to be reconstructed in beguiling new guise. The downward pound bumbles through the market, prices hiked and experts forecasting this exit who may? Politics cloaked in dark obfuscation, deflation apparently self-fulfilling, and this House of Cards I am building dramatically collapses.

Obverse

head_of_the_statue_of_liberty_1885

Her stern copper face looks down on me,
Frédéric Auguste Bartholdi’s mother?
On closer inspection, can’t help but feel
That this is the Frenchman’s mad brother.

Bearing the torch and tabula ansata,
He invokes the chain of a broken law.
I am enlightened today –
Libertas is male: in shock but not awe.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2016/07/02/is-the-statue-of-liberty-actually-a-man/

Shy

shy-teenager

He jerks
The door open after bathing.
The steam oozes out a deep musky sigh.
She peek-a-boos through the pine door slats,
Across a narrow landing wanders her eye.

“Baby”, he calls her,
“Take a look – look.”
“Dis a wa form and born you.”
Her mouth open wide, peering in his eye,
She stands in shock as a pillar of stone.

Sniffle, snuffle, she starts to cry.
Crystal drops roll from her bashful brown eyes.
He leads her to the room on the right.
They lie down in a secure embrace,
As dawn breaks in through the curtains.

Thinking

thinking is an important thing /
or concept best revelled in solitude.

was surprised when the commentator
revealed: by listening to music

one does not think.
or when reading a book

we are never alone but
engaging with the writer’s thoughts.

too, that solitude is different
from loneliness.

In the midst of the metropolis
the commentator said

you can still feel alone /
or garner

solitude amidst the people.
but

you are never quite solitary –
lonely – but not alone.