The Sun Sets Light to The Evening

The largest of women got out of the smallest of cars.

The once annoying youth,

now a young man 

holds the door open for a very short lady who, 

compensates for her size with a huge personality.

There is always hope!

With the speaker on,

a man talks loudly into his mobile phone

but is drowned out by a deafening sign language argument,

so much hand waving!

It sounds like she's coping.

The sun sets light to the evening.

The Best Turkish Dentistry Could Provide

The cherished number plate 

hides the true age 

of the car

on the forecourt

the make-up 

and surgery 

hides the true age 

of its driver. 

The choice 

of a purchase 

testifies to an upbringing 

the outfit 

she's selected 

screams along!

For in a 'less than' 

designer tracksuit

with a 'bona fide' 

fake gold necklace

round a 'genuine' 

spray-tanned neckline (which no suns rays have ever seen)

two lips 

with more filler 

than a '75 Ford Cortina

and boobs 

so full of silicone,

her bra's prepared to quit

there; 

with a fake 

but unconvincingly labelled handbag 

from a well-known internet auction site 

lyes the 'not-quite' 

latest iPhone 

trussed up

like her boobs

in a fake 

diamond phone case

with more sparkle  

than her teeth

which are the best 

Turkish dentistry 

could provide!

(Haiku)

With phone and a fag, 

tinted hair and her handbag -

she goes off to work

Silently Grows The Grass

A dog took a man for a walk,

I told a little bird.

A horse saw a beautiful person 

hanging their head over the fence,

so it stroked the person's face

the muddy paddock marking its hooves.

A fence jumped over a sheep

as the sheep counted the people that don't sleep.

Trees don't grow far from their acorns

but the log slept like a human.

Mist.

By day the shadows run and hide 'neath a tree

sleeping by night 

only woken by the bright light of the moon

as the earth rejects the sun, 

winter creeps in - autumn leaves

'fall' in America.

Leaves the carpet of gold.

With a great fanfare - silently grows the grass.

Fat People

Diet coke

Diet shakes

Diet chocolate

Fat people

Skinny fries

Skinny lattes

Skinny Jeans

Fat people

Sugar free gum

Sugar free drinks

Sugar free mints

Fat people

Lite spread

Lite beers

Lite oils

Fat people

Slimline tonics

Slimline monitors

Slimline dishwashers

Fat people!

Why!

Old Men

Old men.

Natures cantankerous,

curmudgeonly old grumps.

Good for nothing,

drained of life,

past their prime,

near their end

...sort of old men.

Benches are where these old men can be found.

Benches in our high streets,

benches at bus stops,

benches in parks and on seafronts,

old men sat on benches.

Swaddled in large over-coats,

polished shoes,

a cap and a scarf

...or worn out 'trackies' 

a sweatshirt and a faded denim jacket,

(memories of their youth),

a 'fag' on the go,

seemingly stuck to their bottom lip

...sort of old men.

Sat behind blank stares,

their 'get-up-and-go' had just 'got-up-and-gone'

confused by the life they find themselves in,

looking for all the world like it just ran past them,

wondering what the hell happened,

wondering where the hell it all went,

talking to no-one,

talking to anyone,

anyone who'd listen

sort of old men.

Sitting to rest and think,

sitting to remember,

or to forget.

Looking at the world around them, 

trying to connect with it,

trying to feel involved in it

wanting to feel apart of it,

...but not really getting it,

Sort of old men.