When John Pat first discovered the various types of poetic forms, he began experimenting with them in what might be termed 'traditional ways'. It was only must later did he hit upon the idea of an electric poetry. A poetry he said would be charged with what he has since called 'material energies'.
Hurray...workmen have arrived to dig up my street
playing concrete cutters, steal toecapping feet,
yellow vests topped with red ear protectors
they activate pipe finding metal detectors.
Fiddling about in their big JCBs
transposed beyond notebook my own ABCs.
waving toodle pip to their honest labours,
sworn sown seeds in these literary endeavours.
Using my car keys we’ll jest drive to sea
cacophonous dusts; natures symphonies
there but for the grace of God go machines
made of flesh and ideas and binary scenes.
Suspect democratic corruption contractors
backhanded slappers lap dancing attractors
drown in pastoral pounds of their poo
knowing me knowing you fooling who
workmen have arrived to dig up my street
mythical layabouting stands as compete
with hardworking men versus capitalist tools
it takes poets time to pardon such fools.