SHOT AWAY

SHOT AWAY

working on my poem
tinkering, hammering away

X marks the spot
where the writing
got stuck, became defunct

and Marx and Engels
now branded unconstitutional
my university roon mates
in Manchester from
a whole
different time

meanwhile watching
content creators reacting to
Mick and Merry Clayton
voices in
   unison soaring, screaming

wonder what Rosa Lux
would say about everything

as I walked
with Karl along his river
to its confluence
with the Rhine

thinking up words
and images
        will never find
their way

into the nuts and bolts
and hammered frame

of something
that could ever
say anything to the world

as the song tells it
just a shot
a kiss away