An Observation. The Taxi Driver, A Builder and an Old Man

A taxi driver raises an eyebrow and nods a knowing smile towards a builder in the morning Costa queue.

They think the old man,

currently at the coffee machine,

is taking ages.

This briefly creates a 'bromance',

like an association between species,

the Taxi driver and the builder,

a connection across the trades.

The old man,

oblivious to the goings on behind him,

picks up his coffee and goes to pay.

The taxi driver addresses the machine,

the builder moves up the queue waiting his turn,

and the brief 'bromance' ends.

Fog

I look.

I look from my window at a blanket of fog which now covers the field.

A haunting fog.

A haunting fog which drifts through winter trees.

A fog of mystical shapes.

Mystical shapes which strip the early morning of all its sunlight.

I look.

I look but the day and all its references have have been taken from me.

All is now still,

a kind of dark settles all around me.

The birds have fallen silent.

All is cold,

cold,

cold.

Headlights of cars run along the lane. 

Headlights like the eyes of trapped souls lost in a fog,

as if...

as if running back and forth trying to find some way out of an eternal,

eternal dammed incar-cer-ation. 

I briefly,

briefly look away then,

then I look back...

I look back,

but the fog has all gone and all is normal,

normal once more!

(Haiku)

She had stockings on.

How do I know? Her very, very 

short skirt told me so.

(Haiku)

Cold morning. Man in

shorts and a light-weight shirt; yet

sporting  a scarf! Why?

(Haiku)

Warning! Kindness should

not be given expecting 

something in return!

On A Smart Street

Walk.

Walk on.

Walk on a 'smart' street.

Walk on a 'smart' street and the banks of wireless doorbells track your every move.

Walk on a 'smart' street and vast arrays of CCTV cameras watch over fancy cars on fancy driveways,

as well as watching over you!

On a 'smart' street.

Staring.

Staring at you.

Staring at you because you don't fit in.

Staring at you because you don't wear fancy 'Wellington Boots' that never see mud.

Staring because you're not walking your dogs and talking on your mobile at the same time.

What are they talking about?

Maybe they're talking about you!

On a 'smart' street.

Cross.

Cross the road.

Cross the road on a 'smart' street.

Cross the road on a 'smart' street because a lady makes you feel uncomfortable. 

Because you feel that you dont fit in here because those who do make you feel that way.

On a 'smart' street.

Quicken.

Quicken your pace.

Quicken your pace on a 'smart' street.

Quicken your pace because one of those door bells or one of those CCTV cameras might 'grass you up' to the 'neighbourhood watch' and the 'neighbourhood watch' might ring the cops who'll send round a car to take you away 'cos your face didn't fit in on this 'smart' street.

...on a 'smart' street.