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Act One


A cat wanders onto the stage,
pauses, looks at the empty
performer’s spot, light now dormant,
shakes its head, turns round and walks off.

A cat wanders onto the stage,
stops, sits, lifts paw, scratches ear,
licks paw, rubs ear, purrs, content.

A cat wanders onto the stage,
longing for the warmth of people,
the yarn of words being spoken,
a saucer of fresh performance.

A cat wanders onto the stage,
defiantly, fully aware of interrupting.
It looks at you, and it knows.
It knows you also yearn
for the warmth of applause, yours and others
for the scent of words, buzzing and stirring
for the touch of performance, moving and soothing
for the realm that exists behind closed curtains.

The cat looks at you, then exits, stage left.

A Love Poem


I want to show you
just how much you
mean to me.
I want to prove to you
that all will be fine.
I want you to say
that you’ll always be mine.
Because I love you
like Optimus Prime.

Now, I know what you’ll say
with that look of dismay
on your face, your eyes rolling
‘Well, that’s romantic..’
(When what you really mean is
You’re sad. Grow up.)
But hear me out!

See, if love poems should always start like this:
Roses are red
and violets are blue..
Well, Optimus has those same colours too!
So, believe me, please do,
when I say that I love you
like Optimus Prime.
And that this is my poem to you.

And if in any way I’ll hurt or wrong you
I swear to you I’ll change…
into a truck
and with some luck drive us away
from this place where we’re stuck
and we can…
Love each other.

And even if we hit a rough patch,
there is nothing that can scratch
the body of our alliance.
Because we’ll be fully equipped
with hidden arm cannons and a laser gun
so no-one will question us. No-one.

See, I know that I’m lucky
to have you by my side,
as I realise that you may come from Venus,
but I am definitely from Cybertron.
And that’s a lot to take on
even without Megatron.

And it doesn’t harm
that even at this speed I can
easily read the signs:
Danger! Curves ahead.
Because when all is said and done
I know that you love
and I love that you know
how to have fun.

So come on.
Admit that you love
that I love you
like Optimus Prime.

And that there is no doubt
that all will be fine.
And when this is over
we’ll talk spark to spark.
And without a word or without a sound
we’ll transform, and roll out.

Plastic addiction


It first started when you were a kid
but you didn’t notice it seeping in.
It’s a phase, they say, he’ll get over it
and they turn their gaze onto their own little things.
You remember the first time you held one
the car, the truck, the wheels turning
and something stirring inside of you
gears and cogs, clicking and whirring
something shifting, ever so slightly.
But still, you didn’t notice it seeping in.
How could you, after all?
All it was, all they were, just toys.
Yet something more,
beneath the surface, always
more than meets the eye.
And for a while they became
your fantastic friends, guardians
of plastic memories, unscrewed pains
and loosened joys of coloured limbs.
All that time, it was seeping in.
That was then. Now, at twenty-two,
you dive your hand into
a sea of phases, fading into
an ocean of childhood obsessions
of a kid’s achievement and parents’ despair
in the shapeshifting forms
of cars, trucks and planes.
With care, you choose a fraction
from his collection, it becomes
a subtraction from your brother’s
affection as it joins your faction,
an addition to your own collection.
Although there are millions
in hiding through the world
this one is yours, and yours alone.

But all in all, as in any addiction,
one shall rise and one shall fall.
It’s either you or your plastic creatures.
You notice a change in their plastic features,
they’re begging for more, more comrades,
more plastic, my god it’s fantastic!
Is this what the matrix of leadership feels like?
Do I have the touch? I feel just.. prime!
I want more I need more they need to be mine!
As the frenzy builds up, you scour the net
you bet you can find one to complete the set.
A final addition, you promise yourself,
but in fact, as you look at the shelf
it’s just another token
of your plastic addiction.
Since it started, since the beginning
it’s always been either you
or your plastic creatures.
So far, they’re winning.



So you say you want a revolution?

Prove it.
Prove what you are..

..are you a man or a mouse?
A student, or rodent?

We have been revolting
for too long, by our own intoxication.
Puking, rebuking, flunking
We fall.
We are revolting,

It’s time.

Re-claim the night,
re-claim the day
re-claim what is ours.
You want a revolution? Then start the re-evolution.
Show them it’s not just Education
they are cutting down.
They are putting us down..
Stop going to the pub. Stop eating out.
Stop going to the cinema. Stop going to the club.
Bowling, Pool, Gym, Shop.
Stop. Stop. Stop. STOP.

Step-up, onto the podium
speak from the mess
to the mass

Cerebrate creatures
will understand
as you up-stand.

Stand-up, sit-in, sleep in.
Discuss over a pint, let’s go for drinks.
We’ll create slogans over sloe gins.
Our banter will produce banners.

But where is the education?

Open the doors! A Really Open University.
Drafting essays and papers
Lectures in the cold, seminars on the steps,
the draught does not enter through the door.
For the door is ajar.

Open the roofs!
And shout our civilised YAWP
(barbaric no longer)
over the noise of the traffic.
Let the knowledge flow
Let it seep in
Let it fly free
Let it be increased
A cry forgotten, by University itself.
We have a tower now.
A new order, a new time.

A new white tower, to replace the ivory.
A new clock, tock-tock-tock
ticking boxes off.
In the multiple choice quiz
that is the new degree.

‘Please lean forward
at ninety degrees.
It won’t hurt
I promise,
we’re good at this by now’

It’s time.
Crack the clock to pieces.
Blow the roofs off.
Tear the tower down

We will make it shudder
Through the words we’ll stutter, for
Eloquence is lost, with rhetoric and form
Inform everyone, open the shutter
the venetian blind.