Sunday 27 December 2015

Eight line poem

We were the kooks
We lived on Mars?
We were the pretty things

Andy, Bob and the bitch
Saw the changes coming
While our hearts were filled

Things were hunky dory
Before the quicksand


Tuesday 22 December 2015

Yule be sorry

Once upon a time in northern Europe
On the shortest day of the year
There. Where? There on a spit
A hog roasting on an open fire
Or was it cow pie?

Then, someone passed around the ale
And ever since, bit by bit
It's all got out of hand
First the charlatans joined in
Finally it is all hail the consumerist god

Wednesday 16 December 2015

The power of prayer

rather than praying
try meditation
on why
there is so much
hatred and injustice
in the world
then do something about it!

there is no fucking god

Tuesday 8 December 2015

Crying by design

Why would anyone break their own heart?
That would seem to be an unfathomable enigma.

Monday 7 December 2015

The man in the Kilner jar

In his shell no one hears him cry. His pain contained. No one sees his tears. He feels safe yet at the same time lonely and vulnerable. In his own little world he doesn’t need to hide his emotions. In his void he avoids conversation. He is protected from confrontation. Preserved he hides from the outside world in his sterile, safe, secluded environment. Hermetically sealed this hermit cringes. He loves not and is unloved. Cowering cocoon-like he watches passersby. But do they notice him? He hopes not. After all who would spot a man in a jar? Who is he? Who is the man in the Kilner jar?