I am not together with time
Not togetherness brought on by common desire of liberation and love and lust
For one blended mass
But against an anxiety or failure,
An anxiety of failure, an anxiety at the inevitability of failure no matter what
No if or how or when we do as we do we must always do.
Be on the move, extending our skillsets
Capabilities to success
There is no solution
There is no positive program
They are words dead and immobile and insincere in their warming homely logic,
Evaporating from lips as one more cold porcelain urn tips out ash on an anonymous body of water and small brass plaques explain “She loved this place”
You have freedom from toxic death outsourced and displaced to elsewhereland,
A freedom of the comforting and comfortable and comforted conforming cabals of five-story new-build keycard entry apartment apparatus
Floating heavy in the foggy twilight of plenty
The money bubble vexing, veiling every boxed, dead life.
Dead and live again
Dead and live again
Shuffling from nine to unit time of five and back again.
Out through the long concrete grass
Out into the hinterland
Passed out into units units units
Trading estates and enterprise zones,
Anxious again awaiting the call
You must always be on the lookout for opportunity
And maybe then to be motioned, ushered upwards towards brochure-red brick unit with white plastic door,
With white plastic window frame and
White plastic interior design photoshopped
Ushered into the concentric circles
Occasional trees off a trunk road and roundabout,
Arterial road and roundabout.
Trunk and artery and roundabout and cul-de-sac
You are re-located attractive package to transmit you and yours back and forth,
And back and forth from nine to unit time of five and longer now
Back again, your image metastasising
Your unit grows.
Slowly overproducing the image of you
Slowly overconsuming the image of you
Imperceptibly larger by the day
The fat little tumor of your unit
You will be all you can be
In your hallways and on your stairs and by your beds the photographs hang like fascist totems.
Silent smiles and nods to nuclearity
To still-born sanity and regularity
Of you and her and her and little-then-larger his and her replication of you and her and once and once and twice again in the delivery room you wait.
On the factory floor you wait.
In the call centre cubicle you wait.
In the open plan office you wait.
At the transport hub you wait
I must always be ready.
And you are all you can be
But your memory will not outlast time
Your cells will destabilise
Your unit will destabilise
Your mind will run out
And time will outlast your children too