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
Sunday 27 December 2015
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
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
Tuesday 8 December 2015
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?