Ultima. A Poem by Dane Cobain.

 
Sometimes we all need a swift, sharp kick
to knock us from our pedestals –
I must admit that I am not the man
I once was a thief and now I am a murderer,
I quit smoking weed &
I quit smoking cigarettes &
I quit drinking beer &
I quit drinking caffeine &
I quit eating bread &
I quit eating cheese &
none of it made a blind bit of difference,
so now I’m eating and drinking what I like &
if I never smoke again then my lungs will thank me
even as my heart explodes.
 
Your life is your life &
my life is my life &
when the bastards try to tell you otherwise,
don’t let them get you down,
we’re all in this big, long find together &
casualties define a war, even if the
war is always pointless,
death is always around us on the roads &
in the graveyards we used to drink in &
at the front of our minds when we think about the future.
 
How can you bring a child in to this world
when the sun will swallow us all &
the expanding cosmos, unconscious, won’t stop to blink &
amitriptyline citalopram lithium &
valium take the edge off but do nothing
to alter the grim inevitability that surrounds us all?
 
That’s why I envy the men and women,
the sheep and the shepherds who watch TV &
who never even write their names &
who never see the wolf behind my eyelids.
 
Ladies & gentlemen,
silence please;
when the atmosphere collapses
we are released from the clasp of gravity
all oxygen violently sucked from our lungs
as the seas boil & return to barren nothingness,
as our master race breathes one last sigh and expires,
I will remember you like this,
a calm, silent breeze on a cool spring day.
 
 

Author Bio:
 
Dane Cobain (High Wycombe, Buckinghamshire, UK) is an independent poet, musician and storyteller with a passion for language and learning. When he’s not in front of a screen writing stories and poetry, he can be found working on his book review blog or developing his website, www.danecobain.com

 
 
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Anxious Words. A Poem by Dane Cobain

 
 
Remain calm,
I’m a marketing professional –
I am not a follower but a leader,
an influencer who tells you what to buy
and when to buy it.
Are you buying this?
 
I have no idea how my career came to this,
I was going to be a rockstar or a Great Writer
but if I’m honest,
it’s easier to get a job than a book deal.
 
Please remain calm,
we are all of us anxiety-ridden
and we deal with disorders in our own special ways,
only I can’t remember where my lighter is.
 
Anxiety is neither a disorder nor a state of mind,
it is a natural response to the world around us –
if you ain’t scared sometimes
then there’s reason to be worried;
your secondary school education was a scam,
purely controlled exposure to stress and prejudice
‘cause the school of hard knocks is a real place baby
inside our heads, inside our hearts,
inside our minds.
 
Millions of years of deterministic natural selection
coupled with the sexual behaviours of the human female
and the one bad gene passed down through generations
have all come to this, this world, this life,
these living legends trapped on the dole
trying to monetise art through nice online communities
but let me tell you this my friend,
you can’t crowdsource a cure for cancer
and your country’s budget is wasted on the arms race,
why don’tcha blow a few heads off before the banks collapse?
 
These anxious words are a unique celebration
never before seen in the annals of human existence,
just words that any man could write
and so why shouldn’t I?
Every soul on earth is complicit
and this indictment brings shame on us all –
we are killing the planet through our sheer stupidity,
we are destroying our most precious resources
just to watch them burn;
when the world reaches its eventual destruction,
who, then, will lead the applause?

 
 
dane
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Arriva #800/850. A Poem by Dane Cobain.

 
 
To paraphrase the greats,
never has a company been hated so much
by so many;
they are the scum
that floats on the water
that stagnates in the bucket
that brewed our primordial stew.
 
They are the reason why
I write while I’m walking
in great cursive lines
stumbling into signs and foliage
much to the amusement
of the shopkeepers who won’t sell me cigarettes,
the pedestrians who won’t lend me a mobile phone,
the drivers who ignore my proffered thumb.
 
Hell,
even prisoners get to make a call,
or do cardiac arrests not count?
 
They are the reason
for countless £2.60 Carousels,
£4 Wycombe Day passes and
£4.50 Day plus passes
now the price has gone up,
£12 taxis
over and over
£12 taxis
when I’ve already got a fucking ticket
and now I’m walking eight miles home
because the five mile route cuts across a motorway
and because my ticket ain’t worth shit
and I weep for the tree that it’s printed on
because the bus didn’t show up after 90 minutes
and I thought, ‘Hey,
I could fucking walk it in this time,’
so I did.
 
Ironically,
the only bus I’ve seen so far was out of service,
but I’ve seen sewage plants and cemeteries,
stinging nettles, farm shops,
discarded gloves and a hoodie,
and this is real countryside
if you ignore the road I’m walking on,
I last passed a sign 20 minutes ago
saying two miles to Bourne End
another two miles to Wycombe
and another two miles to my flat.
 
My feet will hate me in the morning,
but not as much as I’ll hate them –
sitting down would be the worst thing I could do
so I’ll keep on walking and writing
and venting my spleen because
(oh look, Bourne End)
Arriva is truly, outrageously shit,
can I get a hallelujah?
They take our money
and they crush our spirits
and we have to keep on going back
or walk three marathons each week
just to get to work and back.
 
Dastardly schweinhunds,
bell-ends of the highest order,
shit-stains on the anus of society,
unholy douchewater in life’s lemonade,
dogs’ ejaculate mixed with gone-off milk;
the pus,
seeping from the blisters
beneath my feet.
 
I tell you, man,
I need to learn to drive a car.
 
 
 

dane
 
Author Bio:
 
Dane Cobain (High Wycombe, Buckinghamshire, UK) is an independent poet, musician and storyteller with a passion for language and learning. When he’s not in front of a screen writing stories and poetry, he can be found working on his book review blog or developing his website, www.danecobain.com
 

 
 
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Anxious Words. Poem. Dane Cobain

 
 
Remain calm,

I’m a marketing professional –

I am not a follower but a leader,

an influencer who tells you what to buy

and when to buy it.

Are you buying this?
 
 
I have no idea how my career came to this,

I was going to be a rockstar or a Great Writer

but if I’m honest,

it’s easier to get a job than a book deal.
 
 
Please remain calm,

we are all of us anxiety-ridden

and we deal with disorders in our own special ways,

only I can’t remember where my lighter is.
 
 
Anxiety is neither a disorder nor a state of mind,

it is a natural response to the world around us –

if you ain’t scared sometimes

then there’s reason to be worried;

your secondary school education was a scam,

purely controlled exposure to stress and prejudice

‘cause the school of hard knocks is a real place baby

inside our heads, inside our hearts,

inside our minds.
 
 
Millions of years of deterministic natural selection

coupled with the sexual behaviours of the human female

and the one bad gene passed down through generations

have all come to this, this world, this life,

these living legends trapped on the dole

trying to monetise art through nice online communities

but let me tell you this my friend,

you can’t crowdsource a cure for cancer

and your country’s budget is wasted on the arms race,

why don’tcha blow a few heads off before the banks collapse?
 
 
These anxious words are a unique celebration

never before seen in the annals of human existence,

just words that any man could write

and so why shouldn’t I?

Every soul on earth is complicit

and this indictment brings shame on us all –

we are killing the planet through our sheer stupidity,

we are destroying our most precious resources

just to watch them burn;

when the world reaches its eventual destruction,

who, then, will lead the applause?

 

dane
 
Author Bio:
 
Dane Cobain (High Wycombe, Buckinghamshire, UK) is an independent poet, musician and storyteller with a passion for language and learning. When he’s not in front of a screen writing stories and poetry, he can be found working on his book review blog or developing his website, www.danecobain.com
 
 
 
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