Flux Capacitor

These are my poems. They are inspired by Dystopian Fiction. The titles reflect the novels and stories that have inspired the poems. These are my poems.

And Welcome now to the future past, where seeds are dreams blown in the wind. It's a dandelion clock world, which was a bit of a blow.
When we found out, it was watch out. It's a violent spring. Life is an uprising sometimes.
It's quite the post modern plot.
I have 59 seconds to impress you. Running out of time.
I am a privileged ape. Smiles. Simpers. Blows a candle out.







bye for now!



Friday 16 September 2011

John Christopher 's "the death of grass"

WE live in an age of epidemics.
I would like to meet a virus as charismatic as you
Our lives can follow fiction when we stand on grass
Our lives are fiction when I stand on glass
My life is a poem when I'm in postmodern past
We are the perishable
The English
Leaves and teeth
You wanted me to come to be safe in your Northumberland
Wilderness
At the end of the world
I was to come , walking most likely
Take perhaps thirty five days from Kent
Death held us together in the future past
Some weird place you invented
Now in this outbreak
In the outback
These scientists havnt failed us yet.

And I'm on the radio
Warning you of the contagion
The past is catching
Up with me again
While I chew on Chinese grass
They will fly the royal family to Greenland
And the ghosts
Of my decedents are painted in woad
Go where you are going
In this new pattern.
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  1. jess future16 September 2011 at 15:06

    This is inspired by " the death of grass" by John Christopher .
    Post apocalyptic novel about surviving an epidemic infecting crops
    Leading to famine and mass starvation in England.

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