Three poems by Geoff Stevens

BEHAVIOUR PATTERNS OBTAINED FROM PRINTED CIRCUITS
 
Made up with Rimmel
but the wires still show
your skin transparent
the flesh like Pears Soap
you are a robot of the age
fed by impulses from the media
and radio waves from an environment
installed and maintained by The State.
CCTV spies on you
watches your every mood and move
its unseen operators pushing the buttons
and moving the levers
correcting any deviation from the prescribed.
You think that you are your own person
but you are not a person at all
but a toy being played with
by the spoilt brats of governance.



SEAFRONT BRIGHTON
 
You have no reservations
the signs in your eyes
say Bed & Breakfast
 


STONY PLACE (The Burren)
 
Grey mud
over which someone has ridden
a heavy bicycle
 
mud frozen into lava
a huge rotting hippo or rhinocorus
of a place
 
the ribs showing through the carcass
flowers from the Artic
and from the Mediterranean
 
like honey in the lion's entrails
on the Golden Syrup tin
both being visited by bees
 
It is a graveyard of history
with floweres
ancient bodies buried here
 
tombs of stone
celtic crosses nearby
inscribed by gaelic lorraine
 
daytime and the place
may be lit by weak sunshine
and camera flash
 
dusk and the sun dies
with its blood light
soaking into the limestone
 
 
• Geoff Stevens is a regular contributor to IS&T – and also check out his pictures in the right-hand column.
 

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