and affectations of effect on rain-swept city streets
and war-zones now gone five-star?
and maintaining rage at symbolic loss
while secretly at home with the familiar futility?
Remember sexual honesty
and fucking whoever felt like you
and confining safe sex to heart condoms?
and discovering the ‘real’ you
and waking each time forgetful of the revelation?
and believing decibels were antidotes to megatons
and lyrics could shield you from the Press?
when it belonged to rock stars
and an endless list your mother claimed to have known?
and the bloody gutters of freedom
because fascism belonged to the right? Right?
Remember social action
sitting in smoke-filled rooms with Nescafe activists
and Housing Trust women with no teeth and less hope?
sneaking past full lives and empty wombs
to be raised in the fearful parentheses of generational skipping?
left on some private shelf
in case they portrayed you to anybody that mattered?
Remember party politics
and seeing neighbours become politicians
only to fall in clay-footed exhaustion at the barriers?
when it was something other people ought to have and
you weren’t smoke-free, mineral water in hand and smiling at God?
and how it was never going to concern you
and then you learnt the golden rule and its defensible limits?
And do you remember when the penny dropped
that the personal was the political
and you found out you had to change?
And you decided to forget the revolution?