Mr Green died.
His account red -
His own obituary.
At the church
The trumpets blue -
With cold
and the mourners wore black,
Faces.
The bells peeled in the sun.
Mr Green died.
His account red -
His own obituary.
At the church
The trumpets blue -
With cold
and the mourners wore black,
Faces.
The bells peeled in the sun.
She stood in the sun -
appealing!
Hosing down the yellowing lawn,
in the rain,
with dry white wine,
so as not to waist water,
which ran off the roof,
collecting in a water butt,
It had a hole in it,
and so it ran away...
down the garden path
I bought a demistifying Pad from the car care section at my local petrol station.
Least, I thought that's what I thought it was called..
I must admit,
life still feels very confusing - even with it!
A man in the supermarket
with no list, no clue
what to buy
what to do. Why?
Was it bread, she said?
Kitchen foil? - Toil, toil!
Think think! Bleach for the sink?
Food for the cat - not that!
What to do;
what to get.
Beer, cigarettes?
Yes! No, no.
No list, no clue
what to buy
what to do?
Ah my mobile - I'll ring
she'll tell me that thing
my mind won't recall - at all.
no list, no clue
what to buy
what to do.
"Yes, yes it's me" said he, on the phone in the shop.
I am here, dear
but you gave me no list; no clue,
what to buy what to do.
Yes, yes! Ah! Credit for my mobile and...
...Hello?
...Hello?"
I thought I'd have to go to India "to find myself",
but I looked in the long bedroom mirror and there I was!
Job done!
The buzz from the key cutter.
The 55 inch flat screen TV's
The wait for a familiar face,
the joy when we see one!
The demands of the children.
The C. C. T. V .
The insistence of the parent.
The young and the old.
The queue in the clothes shop.
The stare at her screen.
The door that once opened means the start of the day.
"The best slopes this winter" .
"The long winter sun".
The stairs; a great playground.
The highly polished floor; reflecting.
The lights in row.
The incomprehensible accents
and "coffees to go"