Stokey poetry

 Stokey poetry

 

 At 51 I went to this poetry jam in Stoke Newington

20 somethings
of the conveyor belt of youth
full of self-asserting liberation
A throwback to the 60s
when the west legitimised a holistic rendition of self ; warts especially
Here was character and passion in the malaise of uplifting spiritualism

I'm an independent woman bigger than objectification. The new hoe's in town
I'm a gay man and it's ok man.
I'm a chubby girl that won't be swayed by thin models: Surely

Yes I adored them but I'd seen them before
in different voices that had left their echoes in the wild winds
and brushed across the compass of futures
sinking into its pores as though time was in a loop

And I was perturbed by this bigger picture
where creators are created and objectors objectified
knowing that when I was a kid it we were about bikes, roller skates, Tom and Jerry
and  legalised xenophobia on mono cultured television broadcast by clockwork

This was deja vu in a customised rabbit hole
where romantic mysticism turns activism into smoke screens of white noise     
drizzling anguish into a circular world
while we like pebbles among porcelain dolls
camouflage the anxieties their reflections couldn't reject