Poems by A. C. Evans

GET UNREAL (THIS MEANS YOU)

Misty gal time to get unreal smooth move yo-yo daddy-o
Power up city vision, unleash your express Universal Transit Centre
No we’re not going upstairs darling all the way facility
Gadgets games Nowhere Junction where it all happens whatever
Crossing too much like health and beauty specialist games
Keep out no more screaming manners bring it on, take ‘em off
High end cocktails boutique, goodbye head screw soul dancing
Not local not fully majestic call the shots. If he goes, they all go.
Taste the day you lucky people!

Fluid language highway guaranteed under part exchange.
Neither here nor there watcha say? Go! Go! Go!
Vamp zone forget sultry re-think your way look go all out sky list
Red phone box old style ‘I am the agent’ snobby tweets.
Experience fiery harsh elegant psychic fireworks we care about
Driving across caution uncharted set off hectic heretic life
Busy, busy, busy call out. Just love willowy Wanda from Whyteleafe South
Juke Box Bandits car wash push and slide, revenge maybe?
Ok all you Broadway wise guys see it for yourself, maybe?
Ambiguous bike riders everywhere, maybe?
Not like specialist eyewash, maybe?
Unique alignment impudence exploding hot waves
Checkerboard fragments spinning into this instant bizarre
Dramatic screaming blind spot whole thing falls apart
New watch reality strikes complete battle you can’t (maybe)
Local upper studio fields and stepping stones required
Like your twinkling stars (good to know)
Somehow the world is magic; storytelling the answer.
Playing games essential edge now approaching paranoid dragon
Travelling secret service here futuristic nothing nowhere time zone
Its hell on wheels, glow with the flow exclusive cuts Ring Road
Smart mosaic clothing, chauffeur-driven cars, destination imagination
Buy now pay later new look discover style lickin’ fingers, woohoo!
No entry, it says lost, snap! Not good.
Surreal metropolitan hi-jinks. Pow! Pow! Power!
Next day nothing special.

Dirt-busting grab-a-bounce Karate Academy for Kids
Wake up and taste the day Wonder Hair Salon just electrical massage,
Free five star soundbites, select castle lifeline tailback, red lights on and on.
It’s good to have a bit extra and Serious Stuff
(Anything goes)
Storms and shark tales go loopy
Have a good day yeah?
Walk a life… and look, the unreal eye of the beholder,
This means you.


SOMEWHERE OFF LIMITS

Made in Hell, loved in Heaven
The eye of the storm is the jewel in the crown.
Within the hour we arrive at an inspiring destination,
No cloud, mist, or murk, just hungry love dramas
Here at the Bureau de Cringe in mega-topia
Luxury hand-crafted just for you.

How worried should we be?
It’s game on! But huge uncertainty.
What can we expect? Something
Unlimited and right up to date.
When the film stops, you see streams of lights.

Well, it does more or less right now.
These extravagant wavelengths; the mirror
Those incomprehensible structures.
This is a blind spot so take care.
The distant trees are not what they seem.
Just listen to that smoochy saxophone;
It’s a class act but just camouflage
Really more like a lap-dancing stag night
Than a floral tribute in dream rotation.
Thank you, enjoy!


TOO MUCH LIKE REAL LIFE

Window-shopping can be too much like real life
When cold engines are stalled, when hope is frozen,

When the time for thinking is over and action
Is required. Where are they now, those distracted

Mannequins standing behind reflections, when the traffic
Crawls along the high street? Where are they now

Those undercover agents? Those emissaries from another
Dimension where naked bodies are crumpled in heaps

And no one cares about the cost of rural housing, or
Your Boho-Chic fashions, or the price of freedom.