Inner City Uncommoness

Road ends,
At short cobbled pavement,
Green stains,
On tatty fence,
A line of trees beyond.
Lime, sycamore, willow.
Robin perched on black litter bin.
By twin set of swinging gates,
That reveal open expanse of green,
Clover, buttercups and fenced copses,
Riddled with black berry brambles.
Roaming, almost free
An unnatural herd,
Roams hither and thither,
Standing, trotting, cantering.
Wearing random paths in thick grass,
Dapples, Greys, Blacks.
Dogs,
And walkers,
And cyclists,
On a narrow ribbon,
Black path,
‘Cross the expanse.
Common sight,
On common ground.

And Yet, And Yet!

I am not like anyone else,
I’m unique!
I am.
I’m sure.
In my thoughts,
In my ideas,
My ideals,
My idiom.
By my actions,
At my job,
Or in my house,
When I sleep,
When I eat,
What I eat,
What I wear,
Where I go.
On my two legs,
With my two arms,
And two hands,
And my head.


Oh bugger!

I’m just a permutation.

Short

‘Twixt thin, pale blue lines,
‘Cross snowy white field,
File black swirls and angles.

Inc

I forget that
Academics journey too,
Though oft with distinct destination.
And many obscure stops along the way.
They’re self constructs, of experience and knowledge.
Not hatchlings fully fledged.

I’m aware I drift,
Little here lot there.

Many methods of travel,
Multitudes of travellers,
And so so many places,
To stop,
To wait,
To gain and grow.

Rain II

This thing makes me complete
Make me smile
Makes me cry
Gives me breath to breathe
Thoughts to dream
It can
Make me
Break me
Heal me
This thing is my life
This thing
Is you

Complaint

Rants in blogs,
All over the net,
Getting bored of ‘em.
So many valid points,
But no action.
If you must
Rant.
Follow it up,
No matter how
Insignificant.

Days

Yesterday is far away
Today is taking too long
Tomorrow comes too soon

Moments Between

Short, brief but eternal,
Those waiting moments,
Not long enough to do,
Too long to do nothing.
A limbo of indecision,
Wonder how much of life,
Is taken with such.

Spiffing Idea what?!

Three sheets
But not to the wind
End to end and one in middle
Grasp Henry
Apply heat ‘till fluffy
Crumble
Spread evenly
Sprinkle tobacco on top
Roll, pack it down, and twist
Tear roach, roll, insert,
Savour the moment

Light

Upgraded

Click.

“Opening page http:// WWWhatever”,

Lil’ blue bar,

Slowly inching?! Millimetering along,

Slowly, slowly, leap, slowly,


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Slowly,

Slowly,


Done.

With errors on page.

Halo

Golden orange glow
Through green leaves
And branches tinted
Chain link shadows
Spreading cross concrete yard
And silvery wheeled cages
All washed in golden orange

Oh twin halogen lamps
On high
How bright thou art.

Rhyme

To think, in the past,
Of how fast,
I could cast,
For a rhyming last…
Word….

Cycle

The ugly head rears.
No torment can match this awareness,
Better to be self ignorant.
Dark clouds gathering,
Filling recess’s of mind,
Oozing and seeping, overshadowing.

Smothering thoughts with apathetic mucilage,
Soul numbing fugue.
Ripping away colour thought,
Revealing ceaseless pointlessness of existence,
Grey wastes of life.
A futility of action and inaction,
Mixing apathy and loathing of the gestalt.

Two little islands of worth remain.
Two distant embers of warmth,
In the long sable night.
If viewed a little opaquely,
Through the dank, foul, cloying feelings.

Hollow attempts of escape from self,
Using joy, anger, distraction, pain,
Cycle’s further darkness.
Feedback loop perpetuating misery,

Aching longing begins.
For an end of it all.
To end it, finish it.
Be done.