Echoes of Homo Erectus
by Allan Lake
My adult children live far away.
Their mother remarried. Dead rels
ring bells while the living send annual
BD greetings on FB that I don’t Like.
Bravo. Bingo. Bangshangalingo.
Would not change a thingo, Ringo.
Old hometown may look the same
but I would never return to check.
Busy retraining as forgetful survivor
while flirty flames await what animates
my fountain penis at crematorium.
Narrative-to-date lacks direction,
plan, purpose. Hodgepodge character
development depended on whether one
bothered to plod on, come illumination.
Snail locus slid to promissory pension
but then came confirmation that unstable
things like characters, nature, an entire
blue planet could expire without encore.
Meaningfulness, you elusive/irresistible
lying traitor, take a bow as devotees
cry for more and throw up those red –
costly cut-dead – rootless roses.
About the author
Allan Lake, originally from Saskatchewan, has lived in Vancouver, Cape Breton, Ibiza, Tasmania & Melbourne. Poetry Collection: Sand in the Sole (Xlibris, 2014). Lake won Lost Tower Publications (UK) Comp 2017, Melbourne Spoken Word Poetry Fest 2018 and publication in New Philosopher 2020. Chapbook (Ginninderra Press 2020) My Photos of Sicily.
