"Box Hill, Surrey" by George Lambert‘A Picnic with a View’ by J. Prescott The Society March 30, 2017 Poetry, The Environment 1 Comment Sleep, lying in dry river beds Sold rapidly, buy the shore banks Brains washed from corporate heads Dried and neatly styled on fuel tanks Rippled, ragged breaths of ashen air Smog saturated sludge and stench Precipitations drought and bare Floating plastic water bottles’ island’s quench External thermostat control is diplomatic Hemisphere and atmosphere are fastened Kings and Queens of trepid arid Earth Dust harvests of genetically modified stock Related Post ‘Advice to an Aspiring Careerist’ by Joseph S. S... —from A Gallery of Ethopaths Schools are diploma mills that provide Credentials for people who have to hide In the small chinks of some cor... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail One Response David Hollywood April 2, 2017 There is a sense of the surreal in this poem, and almost like a Dali or Magritte image painted (or in this case expressed) for our imagination, and all wrapped up in an environmental and placement contradiction. I enjoyed it. Thank you. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.