So much

I feel achey now
My body is unhappy
I shall listen  now

The music soothes me
I hear radio 3 now
It’s on the TV

When violas are soft
I prefer them above all else.
Sing in  the middle.

A day  has layers
Peel them back slowly and wait
One by one they  speak

Maybe not in words
Maybe in new metaphors .
Maybe in silence

Soon the News will come
A Muslim Mayor of London
But does he practise?

I missed going to vote
I felt unwell,pathetic
Could have got a cab.

I feel far away
I don’t count,I don’t notice
I am  alive though

It is night at last
Mozart is playing  sweetly
I miss  you so much.

I can not kiss you
I can not lie in your arms
I can’t shout your name.

But I can see you now
Imitating Cameron
I am smiling at you.