Out on the sea, see the boatrocked by the waves,but still afloat. An orange segment,a wooden half moon,like a rocking horse rocker,like the bowl of a spoon. Dancing on water,how can it prevail?No oars, no engineno rudder no sail. The dark skies are threatening,the elements wrestle,the raindrops like bulletspour down on the vessel. And there…
Category: Verse
Optimism
Not now. Tomorrow, We will solve these things And thinks that bother you. Not now my love. You are too young as yet To know the answer. When all the world is old my love And rubbish floats the seas And every chick a Sunday meal From battery to deep freeze. Not now. Tomorrow We…
Despair
The shift is quick and we are not aware Than any moment now, the floor will drop And leave us grasping in the empty air. With our confusion. At once we find our friends have gone They’re out – or they don’t want to know. Our hollow empty selves are left alone. Abandoned in confusion.…
We are the dead
We are the dead, surrounded by the garbage Deafened by the cries of dying earth. Someone up there is feeling rather ill And even Lucifer can find no mirth In our destruction. The nowness has a sword of Damocles Poised, hanging over rubbish tips and litter. Increasing effluence pours into the sea. Someone perhaps up…
People
Eyes vacant – they are blinded by Too many varied stimuli. They see you not as they pass by. They are humanity. Not hearing for the brain would scream If all the noises could get through. So they knock off. They’re in a dream. They’re them and me and you. Worried, withdrawn, they only see…
Time to think
The time has come, the papers say To think of many things. Of labour and conservative, Negroes, dope smuggling rings. Los Angeles and Notting Hill And all the exiled kings. The time has come, the papers say To think of many things. Of Concorde, Ulster, North Vietnam, West Bromwich and the syringe, The balance of…
A Little
We don’t belong. We are not like the others. And knowing this we do not want to know them. Their standards are to us a plastic bubble Which they can’t share with us nor can we show them How we differ. We are quite alone. And in our loneliness still need no part Of peoples’…
Another Satire
Hello coldness – my old friend We’ve come to live with you again Behind the icicles in our tent awning We huddle up and wait for morning And the sound of the planes flying high in the sky going by – oh me oh my Disturb the sound of silence. The daylight comes and in…
Précis on sense of touch
Out of our senses we can utilise Sight sound and touch for taking in, Words and touch for sending out Our messages to others. Some of us find words too tight to use And although touch can be bi-useful Our bodies really use it as a sensor Not a projection of our selves. As such…
Another Unending Oslo Evening
A place and a time where there is no darkness only the all-consuming grey of a damp June evening Never starting, never ending, barely existing in very slow motion without definition or purpose. A dinner where the salmon is tasteless garnished with a disappointingly limp salad – Eating under artificial heating. Will that invisible sun…
Unwrapping The World 