Archive for the 'Poetry' Category

03
Nov
17

Numbers (1)

We are betting our entire future.
Pensionan oil funds,
on bargain hunts for capital growth

The numbers tell us,
we haven’t yet encountered
any energetic limits.

The market democracy
does not make (formal) plans,
for a liquid fuel supply deficit

And so it fails,
to plan for the future.
And so it fails.

02
Oct
17

Truth (2)

Numbers remain as they were invented
with no ulterior motive.
I know and I like them.

They do not post on Facebook
telling me life could be better.
Nor comment on my virtual friends

Numbers have nothing to sell
The result of ergo cogito sum
They tell us one truth

26
Sep
17

On the News

Today we were told the news
As it happened
And when more happened
They told us the news again

At the current rate of news
the energy runs out quite soon
A quick flash in the Pan of concern
replaced by a few murders

Car accidents consumed the next day
And traffic troubles when
Quite a few hours afterwards
A child was run over

Consumption was rife
And so was extinction
Their quid pro quo relationship
left out of the news

Facts aside
sacrificed to entertainment
The truth
starts making the news

19
Aug
17

Values

We make everything
And then more
To make more
Of everything

And where a market exists
We make from everything
A new part
Of everything

Since everything
Actually already exists
We are simply changing the value
Of everything

(Consumption creates entropy)

15
Aug
17

In the event of war 2

They create fear
and sell you their tale,
that more weapons
protect you from fears

You buy the story,
Yet fear the war
that protects you
from peace

15
Aug
17

Rumours

I have started to hear the consequences of my consumption
In broad daylight my armoire accuses me of killing an Amazonian frog to create it
My iPad, calls to me at night, asking how many acres of habitat were disrupted, in order to mine its contents
My batteries cry themselves to sleep, and dream of the deaths of the soon to be extinct flamingos
My coffee cup mocks me in the morning, for assuming it can be infinitely recreated
My windmills joust at me on the weekend, in recognition that a millenia of stored solar energy was repurposed to last a mere 15 or so years
The entire planet whispers at me, entropy

26
Jul
17

Trying

I am trying to consume as
speedily as possible
I was told that my consumption,
fuels the economy
Which might otherwise run out

I continue to believe
Everything is infinitely fine
Because if I stop
the Economy dies
taking everything else with it

Sustainability becomes a belief
that assuages all fault,
Because, after all,
if you didn’t consume
wouldn’t I?