The light has come now
The birds parley,
as they do every day.
Drivers drive past,
driving to break the monotony
of another lonely day.
The light is lighter now
Two buses meet, the gap is narrow
One waits, the other passes
An orderly affair.
It’s lighter now
Sun seeps through the blinds
The first thistle sends it seeds to fly
A sycamore spins heedlessly to earth.
Ivy blocks the window
The world outside seems green
But I’m guessing it must be grey.
Hope, an absorbent block
Addiction, a wobbly pudding
Aerosol, a strong feeling of happiness
Lightness without curves or bumps
They’ve modelled it all wrong
The data’s not right
How will they know my R number
when I creep out at night.
I’ll creep down the alley,
then creep up the stairs.
Indulge myself in life’s
little affairs.
I live in the dark word
behind closed curtains
The guilt of this small planet is too
hard for me to bear
The bright neon of shallow fame is
like fire to my eyes
The power of men (and women) falsely claimed
to run amok
(a mockery)
amongst the them’s and us’s
I am not the other,
but the other is clearly me.
Flowers bent
Twisted vase
No wind
Bird is diving
Water solid
Own reflection
Brolleys gliding
Lovers blowing
Paris flooding
Buildings towering
Light is sleeping
No tomorrow
Derrick frowning
Fire erupting
Overtime
Bottom sandy
Hand is handy
Five to go
You stick to me like honey on virgin flesh
The glue between us has a one-sided tack
The tape, it perished long ago
Yet somehow the parcel remains in tact.
Satan devours
The dog, just a head
Two old men, inseparable
Others read by night
Seduced and beheaded
Three women laugh
The maid is his lover
Heads form the landscape
Fighting with cudgels
There’s a time to eat soup
The pilgrims proceed
Witches form circles
Music and drinking
She-king’s a demon
Our destiny’s set.
Don’t worry old man, I’m your new best mate
let’s have a few drinks, a stroll in the park
sleep at your house, just till I’m straight.
One chair and a bed, it’s all pretty stark
stains on the mattress, bugs on the wall
sleeps with the light on, afraid of the dark
After doing my bit, at his beck and call
invite all the boys round, just for the day
shake up the old git, make sure he plays ball
Nice gaff you got here, should make it pay
couple of hoes, a few bags of powder
sweeten our lives, get cash everyday
The old man complains, the music gets louder.
He can be a dead cunt, if it makes him feel prouder.
My notepad is broken
The screen is cracked
It acts as a mirror
Inside is a soul
That can’t be retrieved.