Twenty Three Years
Long lost but not forgotten.
Here Again
4 years and counting, back to the same, from the past and into the future. What’s the solution, but nothing, Tie me up and send me down. The inevitable or a state wanting …
Cluttered
Hording, torrential, mess, and life, all churned over and drawn in by the taut strings of victimisation.
Serenity
A perfect view, a quiet & comfortable spot, a rested head and a clear mind. Rains come, fog sweeps through and the sun eventually shines.
Sorry
For the lies I told, through the things I never said, and the thoughts that hurt you, though they never did.
Falling Apart
Mysogynists in bathers, care-free kids surfing the crest of a wave, and the wives sprawled out like sardines on an open fire down the beach.
Napoleonic Housewife
Middle-aged housewives barking orders at their brats and forever wondering why, with kids spoiled to the back teeth with love, affection and anything they ever want.
Cherry Ice Cream
Hung, drawn and quartered, red ripe fruit, like bodies of times past, butchered and prepared for pure and simple gratification.
Telegraph Poles
Telegraph poles stake the graves of convicts along the highway they built. Historical and linear scars across the landscape that once made this great land.
Insincere Apologies
Decades of assimilation, degradation and disrespect, book-ended by insincere apologies from the men in frocks and bastard politicians; and yet somehow we still live in such dark and ignominious ages. Empathy and sympathy, never have and never will trip off the mind and dance the light fantastic.
