‘no more blues’, that’s not a promise

there’s no traction or policy in the blues
all those bars are too long a cycle

to make for twittering views
no more plaints or graces

no thanks, ‘watch and listen carefully’
enhanced performance, premium economy

‘a loss of consciousness’, ‘oxygen will flow’, ‘settle back’
it’s a field day under the smoky hills
what does my tray table say about me

the colour of my life jacket, indeed, my life
‘woke up this morning’, that line’s been used

an immense dark blue sea nothing like the Pacific
it’s a long way down, it’s a long way home

even the clouds are small
perhaps something scary or precious

will break loose as the screens fall
what if there were no more blues

everything white and cloudy, ’nothing to see here’
does Europe seem safe

there are checks again in the Schengen zone
‘strong margins’, more landings on Lesbos

ancient songs for peace, love, weddings, thanks
‘persons of interest’, abductions

the last Commodore rolls out of the factory
what do you do with your hands

time is pressing, ‘enjoy the service’
‘the cost of complexity’, alive in the aisles

‘full of self belief’, ‘materials handling’
showers in Cape Town, sunny and dry in Lima
your own youtube channel must be full of likes as well as gripes

as the news disappears into itself, by jings it’s hard
but not so hard as no more blues
and there’s New South Wales or whatever it was

or will become, cultivated white squares and a haze
‘being a personal trainer’, ‘a true Aussie lifestyle’

from Port Macquarie to Wagga Wagga
which state would you settle in
‘the Australian dream ticks all the boxes’

welcome to the Gold Coast, five minutes from the beach
no more blues, it’s all white from now on

‘a loss of consciousness’, ‘settle back’ –