Real Soak

Rain storm

far from warm.

Bin-bag black,

inaffective rain-mack.

Day not 'bright and gay'

but grimey; grim a 'gravy' grey.

Above us; a storm 

a scary sinister swarm

of rain permiating minds

pitty; penatrating all kinds

souls submerged and sunk

not a biscuit; cup of tea dunk

drowning under tea spoon stir

vortex round and round; a blurr

storm go; find other folk 

those in need of a real soak

(Haiku)

Hi! Following your 

recent purchases; we thought

you'd like some foot scrub!

(Haiku)

Poppies turn their heads 

to gather nourishing rays 

of morning sunshine

None of us are really sure

We drink tea - some with the teaspoon still in it

and we live in strange places with kitchens

kitchens with wooden doors and ice-cream 

and we go out to markets

with hats 

to buy bananas - who knew hats liked bananas

some close their curtains at night

not hats that is - bananas 

mostly on Tuesdays

when tyres of cars squeal on wet roads 

they have brothers who don't smoke

some have sisters who did

some people raise good points

others have guns and need help 

they run launderettes instead

and trains go past these launderettes

they don't need to wash their clothes -  because they're trains

trains don't ever want to stop 

although stop and start is what trains are supposed to do 

I guess carrying your home on your back is very tiring - you ask a snail

some get bread from bakeries to play tennis with I think - did you know snails played tennis?

None of us are really sure

Telling you the truth

​We walk around,

our heads like sealed rooms,

wondering what's behind all those locked doors and shuttered windows.

We think we know someone.

We think we really know someone - but we never really know anybody.

We barely know ourselves!

​We say we want understanding,

that we want to get inside other peoples heads.

Would we really want to do that?

Would we want to prise open those sealed doors and windows?

For to enter those rooms could be a curse.

​Imagine discovering the truth,

those hidden secrets

along with all that noise from the strangers we meet.

You'd be able to put a thought

to a fleeting glance,

but,

​a simple walk down a crowded street

would become a deafening roar 

of a thousand minds all telling you the truth.

I need a Twix

Stomach to brain: I need a Twix

Brain to stomach: No you don't!

Stomach to brain: I do!

Brain to stomach: I'm in charge here!

Stomach to brain: But I do!

Brain to stomach: You're behaving like a child!

Stomach to brain: I need a Twix!

Brain to stomach: No you don't!

Stomach to brain: Do, do do!

Brain to stomach: Oh very well! But you're only having a small one!

Stomach to brain: I want a big one!

Brain to stomach: I said I'm in charge here!

Stomach to brain: Big one, big one, big one!

Brain to stomach: Oh very well, there you go!

(Short pause)

...Stomach to brain: I want another one!