We skip along a field thick strewn with mines We tread upon explosives, ignore the signs We still are whole, no need for body bags We ask for trouble, beg for it; fate drags Its feet it bides its time, it’s slow but wait It's got our number, get it we will alright.
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She sang like an angel And he heard with his eyes. For she looked liked an angel too, As if a beautiful voice was not enough. Sometimes the creator, deity or blind chance, Whoever, whatever it is who hands out these favours, Gathers them all in a heap so one doesn’t have to look hither And thither for a feast for the eyes, and ears, balm for the very soul.
I was a quiet pond Even the wind made only languid ripples. And you came Like a nomad cloud. Bombed me with raindrops Little bursts of excitement. Plop went the blue sky On the glass of my stillness. Then you moved on Leaving behind water drops. Mine now. And yet Memories of something other. And the glass of my stillness looks at the blue sky, waits for a cloud.
Happiness is a varicoloured butterfly Fluttering like eyelashes, long ones In the cold of December, eat buns What else, what else rhymes…yes, runs Youth is a fleeting dream, flitting Like the butterfly aforementioned Faded memories you carry into old age Child of strife, a waif, ghosts by in stealth Ho hum, a long drawn out sigh, expels breath If this, this is all, all this is life’s sum Then what do we do, in history’s bum Oh look, a cotton puff cloud floating slow Where have we come from, where to now?
In the deeps of space, a star. A pinprick of light, a feeble candle In the endless dark. Fuses atoms, blazes Makes radiance. In its embrace, A world. Dawn, morning. A human Made of star fragments Looks at a patch of sunlight That paints shadows Of a sapling On the gold shaded ground.
It’s dusk, or dawn, or grey, at any rate Monday? Friday? May? June? No clue what date. I’m here. It’s where? And how? And why? This place? No, wait. Come down, hello from earth to space. Ah, space. An asteroid. That is me. A rock, a chunk of matter floating free Adrift in void I move hither, thither Flitter about, no aim, without tether. I start, can’t stop, freefalling through the vast And empty deep, no moor, no future, past. Perpetually I travel reach nowhere Nothing to keep me when I arrive there. My eyes, they see, unlabelled objects that Dissolve, pinpricks, forgotten, but I’m here, in these brief gaps between neurons neurotransmitters leaping from axons. In these momentary minute faint sparks Is me, I live in this current that arcs From cell to cell, in these quick fading links This jumbled tangled net of thoughts, eye blinks That make a whole picture, half seen, half dream. The gold sunset, grey dusk blue night all seem Complete, consistent, but are miragical The mind, the self, all just a brain signal, And taste of coffee, smell of smoke, this joint And this cannabis high, so what’s the point?