At first look and listen Rick and his brand of performance poetry might seem a bit ballsy and belligerent. Righteous, chip paper written rants on the state of society. Scratch the surface though and you'll find a sensitive sage, a watcher, a man who sees through the surfaces
Who were you?
Were you the house proud
Aspirational housewife?
The manners obsessed social climber?
Soup supped from the side of the spoon
Kind of a girl?
Waterford crystal, Belleek china from Fermanagh
Sherry glasses, and Swarovski ornaments
In a glass cabinets displayed
Fox stole and dress gloves,
A semi
I saw them at the YMCA in Kenya, their worried
Gaze betraying the sadness of displacement,
Brought about by climatic conditions, resource
Dislodgements for profit, loss of lands, homes and
Forests, oil, gas and diamonds… uranium, more.
Foreign investors seemed to help with the left
Hand, while supporting armed conflicts
