Totally unaware

Totally unaware,

two young lovers 

sat in the front seats of a brightly coloured 

sky blue Volkswagen,

discover each others lips.

Sat on a petrol forecourt 

under the canopy

a petrol station on a street 

down the main carriageway 

totally unaware 

off the seafront

past the railway station

up the hill

past the Co-op 

all on a Tuesday evening in a seaside town.

Fish and chips

seagulls and parking wardens

in the watery sun of a late April evening

an evening like any other - yet totally unique.

Humans debating which carwash program to choose,

tapping on screens,

totally unaware 

buying chocolate 

listening to radios

all of us balanced on a rock

in a solar system

totally unaware we are spinning in the nothingness of space

round a huge illuminating street lamp - our sun

all tucked up in the milky way 

itself contained in a single bubble 

trapped in a bottle of washing up liquid 

placed on the side of a vast 'cosmic sink'

awaiting the next dirty plates

around which 

flow the electrons in the circuitry of a cheap 'street light' powered calculator 

the one that was used to work out

how much 'the totally unaware young lovers' bill added up to,

the calculator 

totally unaware 

wanted to know who it was that was pushing it's buttons

performing those calculations

and why it too was at this petrol station 

but not in a sky blue Volkswagen 

and why traffic wardens were eating fish and chips

whilst the washing up liquid was totally unaware 

as to who agitated it to make the bubbles in the first place -

was it a higher being?

Maybe this higher being lives outside our milky way

maybe it's a traffic warden

would they like some fish and chips too?

...it seems we're all just - totally unaware!

(Haiku)

Do I release; to 

do battle with nature, the 

poor trapped ladybird?

(Haiku)

Why is it that, when 

neighbours play loud music, it's 

not a track you like!

(Haiku)

The carwash. It worked,

it broke, was mended, worked a 

bit, then broke again!

(Haiku)

Little rooms, little 

houses; on little streets. Life

in our little minds

The sneeze

The sneeze is a feral creature

to see it is very rare.
You'll hear them out in the wild; so

...you'll know a sneeze is there.

You'll start to feel a tickle

deep inside your plumbing

You're going to need a tissue; 'cos 

...you know a sneeze is coming

You mustn't try to suppress it

for your head is sure to explode.

You must let this sneeze run free

to help your nose unload.

They begin by tickling your passages

You've many tucked out of sight

that often fill with thick green slime

But that's a poem I've yet to write

The best suggestion I would say

is to fill your lungs with air

and celebrate the impending sneeze

and go for it - without a care!

If you've heard a sneeze from a along way distant

whilst walking - what can I say?

It's probably me; 

setting one free

from many miles away!