Modern Life Is Rubbish. "Modern life is rubbish", Old Tom Clifford knows Waking every day at six To get his deadly daily fix, Smoking twenty so his cancer grows. See him off down Taunton road again To get in before his boss - Tardiness only makes him cross - He hopes his heart can take the strain Of another day breaking his back. "Modern life is rubbish", Katie Sedgewick moans, Spending twelve hours on her knees Scrubbing floors, lacking expertise, Doesn't help her aching bones. She scrubs just to pay the rent And feed her craving for the fags. As the rest of her battered body sags She's off down the bingo that keeps her spent And teetering on the edge of the sack. "Modern life is rubbish" Valery Henderson discovers In the moon's shining glare She turns in her office chair, Losing more hours and more lovers To her job's bottomless pit, Demanding and cavernous, Relentlessly ravenous For her moments and her spirit Without any real payback. "Modern life is rubbish" John Bristow reckons Standing in the dole queue again For his bi-monthly stain As the sneering clerk beckons He's cap in hand Like a street-bound drifter Reduced to shop-lifter, A bounty in the wasteland Expecting the last attack. Modern life is rubbish And we're all waiting for collection, Tipped and crushed in the mechanism, Mashed together, a mass of pessimism, A clod of abjection and rejection Unbalancing society as we gyrate, Working to separate ourselves from mess We've become through the daily process - We try to comb ourselves straight - Another delusional sidetrack
I had to republish this today.
A long time back in December or January, I entered “Modern Life is Rubbish” into the Earnest Writes Poetry Prize Awards 2020.
Earnest Writes is a Writing Community project, website and magazine set up to support writers and creators. They are based out in Ghana and provide guidance, prompts and community channels for poets, authors and writers young and old. They also offer contests to promote regional and international poetry and writing.
Today they announced the winners of the PPA’20, and my poem won the Jury’s Choice Award.
Surf on over to their site to check out all the winners and over the next few weeks I’ll keep you updated with planned collection, the interview(?!?) and reading.