The Industrial Strength Poet

You are witnessing the birth of the Industrial Poet.

His poems are screw drivers and drill bits .

His poems are factory recalls and emission control

Scaffolding and reinforced concrete

His poems are built to last.

Some self destruct. They are bombs.

They are warfare.

The are the Military industrial Complex

He is the industrial poet.

He is the Pharmaceutical Industrial Complex

He wants you dependent on him hanging on by

Your fingernails for dear life, needy dying but not quite.

He is the industrial strength family size hormone

Bloviated chicken that gives ten year old girls huge breasts

He’s industrial strength horror.

Hes the greasy dim lit factory marinating in motor oil

And machine sludge.

Hes the emergency exit and the fire proof door.

Hes the way out when there’s death everywhere.

He is the immaculate robot factory with lab coats

And shoe covers. Hes artificial intelligence

He is bolted to the Cloud.

He’s the Directed Energy Storm Cloud

He is the Goose Step and The Rain Dance

He is manufactured floods and famine

He is the Industrial Poet.  Twenty four seven

Three hundred and sixty five days a year

Punching clocks, punching steel punching the

Fuck out of anything gets in its way

He is an iron fisted hernia slamming walls.

Blowing out crotch

He is the surveillance camera

He is zero pain energy.

He is the lie and the truth.

Derek Earl Houghton