Signs of stagnation, in immoveable objects,
yet they got there, but that's another story.
Comfort breeds fear, kills creativity too,
and always has been known, so then futile to hide.
Bars on windows, reverse prisons of Mayfair,
while ours are used to stop us getting out,
yours are used to stop us getting in,
and once safely locked, house fire your only real concern.
Together alone, alone together,
surely the greatest sadness of all,
feelings numb, disconnected, diminished,
with only comforts mime of love to suffice.
Still, It Looks Like Affection
You always have to pick up,
where others have left off,
they smile as you salute,
watching you assume control.
Patterns as regular as wallpaper,
and it looks like another roll is required.
You can't learn old dogs new tricks,
but you can still beat them with a stick,
and they'll usually always return,
though out of fear only.
Still, it looks like affection,
but I dare you to try it with a big cat!
Another series of mistakes made,
all in the name of self improvement.
There's nothing greater than an old fool,
and as the years pass,
the words can be worn as comfortably
as a clown suit in a nudist camp.
As the orchids are strangled, by freak shows sprouting everywhere,
somewhere right now, a bearded lady
has stopped shaving in preparation for work.
Delusion has descended upon everything,
bursting into life just like weeds.
Mountain Goat In Dead Tree
Mountain goat in dead tree,
watches flying fish land at Heathrow,
as wild horse plays piano....jazz style,
raising the tempo to feverish pitch,
encouraged by the sight of fourth elephant,
failing in its attempt to jump on board,
as toboggan disappears without him.
At same time the apes have decided to cut down their trees,
while the snails head off on their annual Health and Safety
Convention in Salt Lake City.
Nearby, a giraffe limbo dances in crutchless panties,
viewed jealously by rhinoceros in stockings and suspenders,
craving nothing more than liposuction.
And now the sloath reads,
that two Governments have been made redundant,
taken over by unelected outsiders,
with connections to the banking sector?
At same time, around a thousand miles away,
a duck toed Chancellor,
with no knowledge or experience in economics,
smirks as he announces yet more pain.
If you feel some of this is too far-fetched,
well I agree with you,
so delete the second paragraph!
M1 Motorway, Heading South
M1 motorway, heading south,
from north east of England.
to my left, as I over take a cattle truck,
I see cows with heads bowed down low,
looking out sideways onto road,
hopefully they were off to a field somewhere,
but I doubted it.
Further south, parked on north bound side of motorway,
outside of car, a child was being sick,
hopefully just car sickness.
Later, listening to a Josh T Pearson's
I see a young couple who've broke down,
their car left on hard shoulder,
they, waiting for help, on grass embankment,
huddled together under umbrella,
with their backs turned to the torrential
They should have worked out
the odds, and stayed in their car,
no matter what anyone says,
sometimes it's just better to die.
Dead pheasant in fast lane,
looks like car not bullet this time.
And workers walking in fast lane,
reason for 50 mile per hour restriction.
Removing cones and playing the odds
everyday, wearing waterproofs too!
"Be careful!" I imagined them being told,
constantly by loved ones.
I remember breaking down myself,
in heavy traffic, heading north the previous year,
just managed to get car off road and onto grass verge,
near Peterborough around 11 am.
Gear box had blown , car was going so well I recall.
Called Automobile Association, told I would be
recovered within one hour because of dangerous
position I was in, told to wait outside of vehicle,
but didn't bother, slept in car, it was raining that day too.
Even police rang me, said they would remove me
if AA didn't come soon, they also told me to wait outside vehicle,
don't know to this day how they got my phone number?
AA finally arrived at 9 pm, was dark by then,
with no food or drink in car, was forced to eat chocolates
and drink from bottle of rum, presents for my parents,
well it's the thought that counts.
Because of lack of staff, AA recovery service
dumped me and my car at nearby services,
told me taxi would come soon and take me home,
my car to be returned following day.
Drunk by the time I was picked up,
poor driver from Afghanistan was no doubt glad
to see the back of me, finally reaching home
around 1 am, fair to say, not one of my better days.
Nearing Nottingham, the rain forced my wipers speed to max,
to my right, the weeds that grew in abundance
between cracks in the concrete on central reservation flew by.
Clinging to life, sprayed constantly by endless traffic
from the rain soaked salted tarmac,
in the summer I wonder how many insects
never completed the hazardous journey to their pollination?
At around 4 pm, with seat belt on and air bag at the ready,
the oncoming nights darkness started to make its move.
As I drove on, with 70 miles still to go until home it occurred to me,
everywhere and everything I'd seen today had reeked of suffering.
With spring and summer too far away even to contemplate,
never before had I felt this connected to winter in my life.