Above Our Heads

aeroplanes pass silently on high
the police helicopters hovers
and fills the air with noise
Above our heads air-coridors are full

the sun paints in the sky
clouds add some contrast
and the stars come out to highlight the canvas
Above our heads the universe waits

a crow carries twigs in its beak
a pair of pigeons on telegraph wires sit and chat together about the day
Above our heads nature is busy

chimney pots stand in rows
TV aerials protrude on stalks 
and the signals they receive entertain us.
Above our heads invisible forces are at work

cables provide power to our homes
streetlights light our way
and speed cameras keep us under the speed limit.
Above our heads electricity provides and takes away

black storm clouds appear 
the wind gathers a pace
and a distant rumble of thunder is heard.
Above our heads nature can be fierce

...just some of the many things that go on
above our heads
(Look up sometime!)






Bloody Brilliant Night

rain falls in the city but still the Saturday night congregation start to convene
it's afternoon yet the activities have already begun
in vast pubs 
cathedrals of Saturday night worship
doorways sport bouncers
"Gods doormen"
men in black
'ear-pieces' in
connected to a higher force
doors open only to those who believe
...women in short skirts
balancing on high heals
hair and makeup done for the occasion  - 'mobiles' in hand
try to get past the bouncers discerning eye
Lads line-up to try their hand
to be at one with their doorman
to be allowed to worship their gods
by the bottle 
by the pint
to find a mate
to find a like minded soul 
a spiritual bond - or just a one night stand
and maybe get lucky!

with the pouring rain
the congregation still pours into the city
as the afternoon becomes early evening 
the work on creating 
"that bloody brilliant night"
...intensifies!

(Haiku)

One more bus needed
to make the old adage come
to pass. There it is!

If I Could

If I could
if-I-could-only
well,
would I?
If I could - would I?
Would it be wise to?
I mean,
It would be nice to be able to but
...well I'm not really sure!
It would be wonderful!
Imagine!
If I could only...
I don't even know if I can still do it
have I got it in me?
Sometimes
when - when I think I'd like to
when I get all excited about it
I have to I rein myself in
give myself a good talking to - "no!"
don't be silly
it's only a fantasy
I'd certainly be in a better place
if I could
if I could that is
if I could do it
if I did it 
but...

No!
I mustn't 


You're Not Hungry!

You're not hungry you just think you are.
You're not hungry you're just bored.
You're not hungry you just have a sandwich sat in front of you talking to you.
You're not hungry, you must wait until tea time, 
OK lunchtime, 
OK breakfast!
You're not hungry, it's just a phase you're going through.
You're not hungry you just have fond memories of your lunch.
You're not hungry it's just trapped wind.
You're not hungry you just had a day dream about food.
You're not hungry it's just your stomach is telling fibs.
You're not hungry it's just your stomach in cahoots with the shop you're in right now - it's on 25% commission!
You're not hungry you just want this shift to end and you think eating something will make that happen.
You're not hungry - so put that packet of 'Biscuits' down!
You're not hungry, you've eaten enough!

You're not hungry!

What Happens?

What happens?
How does it work - how can it be?
How do we go from a sparkly eyed teenager - straight A's
apple of our fathers eye
'ice creams and pony-tails'
big plans to take over the world
innocence personified!

...then 
...imperceptibly 
...we turn into 
a down at heal
down in the dumps
overweight
mid fourties
twice divorced
4 kids
4 cans of fosters and a quarter bottle of vodka - sort of person

...20 Benson's 
and yet another lighter 
"cos your life's a mess and you can't find the other 
million lighters you've bought previously - sort of person

...going to the shops in our dressing gowns
a pasty and packet of crisps for the only meal of the day - sort of person!

...and all that in just 25 years!

What happens?