The subject is… Writing ‘The subject is’ into Google gives me a Jazz DVD. Any old Jazz will do me though; I’m really not that greedy. A VHS or an old 78 would suit me to the ground. …but where the internet’s concerned, maybe this Jazz is seedy? Writing ‘The future is’ into Google gives …
Mini Wheelie Bin They’ve been there all night, that bin there, a while; Whilst foxes are prowling, for mile upon mile. Green boxes of hope for certain street folk, A meal is a big deal when your home is denial. A glow signifies sleep, the globe lit by street lamps; The missing are searching …
The Sea Captain The vessel is dark, dank and cold, It sinks out of sight; to the depths it’s sold. Gone, disappeared, like Steller’s Sea Cow extinct, The words, they are lost, there is nothing succinct. Yet still the ship’s Captain he seeks for the land, Grasping at straws for a long lusting hand. In …
Your words mean as much to me as mine do to you. Everyone’s got something to say, nowadays. Everyone’s got somewhere to be, I see. But who pays attention when the average man types Or who subscribes when the layman, he writes. Something of interest or something to smile My source of content has been …
The Dare The window falls open, you’re lusting to stare Lost thoughts, long ago, lie way over there You breathing is short by the width of a hair You’re sweating and cold and bereaved of all care. For the time being now though you’ll have to bear Gates closed, mouth shut, no one enters the …
Meeting of the Minds No one’s impressed by big talk and prink, Your words like a mixer, it’s all in the drink. To strike with a word may cause damage to some, But cameras won’t flash for this mere humdrum. I’ll talk down the hills and you’ll roll in the streets, The papers report on …
When do hours collide? When do hours collide into days? The distant calendar pages fade. We all sit still as the voices command At night we flick boxes for screens on demand The morning leaves fast like smoke to the wind Yet this evening refuses to let right now rescind. When do hours collide into …