look beyond
dust suspended
in the rays of a rising sun
through the undulating clouds
a beam oblivious
to the machinations of men
so rest your mind beyond
beyond seeing
beyond the dust
of a rising thought
through you
lost you
call not your name call
poem poem
ring the bells of time
social mediocrity
you are ‘unsocial’
social media hands me this sobriquet
for not conforming with the idea
of unconformity as the perfect bait
to pull scrolling minds
into joining together
in my un-being
never caught by the mob of their reposts
i am unsocially running free
a feather in the wind for
the raptor has ruptured their rapture
their blood runs free
look at your hands
look the blood smeared on your screens
blood-brothers and -sisters
welcome to the club
it has nails in
un-less
social media
thank you to nobody
for nothing
thank you to nobody
for everything
thank you to everybody
for everything
thank you to everybody
for nothing
mix and match to suit
everything and nothing
for
everybody and nobody
un-
social media
mmm🤔
repost?
or
riposte?
sparrow escape
between
the front open door
and the back open door
i am writing you this
on my iPad
it’s a breeze
between
you and me
it could be between
the back open door
and the front open door
depends on which way
you look at it
where the breeze takes you
a word just fell from the bush
sparrow
the cat said
closing her eyes
the simile of your smile
international politics
the leaders stand side by side
and smile for the camera
take the shot
for they will not be shot
you will
smile
take a selfie for now for later
it could be your death mask
jostle the shuffle
of the leaders board
countries where truth is boarded up
smile
the extra mile
take an inch
phew it’s hot today
there’s a bee in a spider’s web
making a hell of a fuss
penile servitude
as the leaders turn to go inside
you turn away
frown
it’s all getting you down
take a photo i was there
when the chips were down
when the plans were made
when our leaders smiled
hide your smile
are you mad
madder than them
if you are not
you may be next in line
when the axiom falls
don’t say i didn’t warn you
side by side now
shuffle up closer
smile
there ~ got the shot
it’s a good story
the man on the bench above the sea
telling me all about the short stories he’s about to publish
soon
the word fell as a cold pebble
barely a ripple in an ocean of words
soon the echo came
soon
i said i wished him luck
it’s a good story
i let that lie there
but publishing is hard i remonstrated
about the system
he had more stories
of my eyes drifting out to sea
the surf pounding out the meter
you were saying
i was saying
it’s a good story
here’s a good doggerel
this is the poem
that smoothed the doggerel
that bit it
grrrr the word is
sit you bastard
keep still
can’t you see
i am writing the word nit
you nit
bugger it
here’s some food
don’t read it all at once
good doggerel
there’s a good boy
BANG!
