Day: April 26, 2017

You start on the right and go left

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“I’m on a whiskey diet. I’ve lost three days already.” Daily Mirror

No, that is not funny enough.They must be lacking in knowledge

But then would you write for a Mirror?

Like writing for a window…. you can write on my mirror, though, if you want  to as long as you do mirror writing

ie you start on the right and go left.Then when I see it I will know everything

Build me a mirror at my gate

And call me up on the phone in my house

So I can  slip off

and look at myself….

Maybe better in the bathroom

There is “The Writing on The Wall” but where’s that wall?

And the game is up.

We know what you are after.. ……but what are you before?

The newspaper should be The Daily Window…after all we don’t believe the world is just a mirror to us, do we?

Balanced on this old seesaw

Looking in. we miss the  outer world
The  blossom hanging  from the vicarage wall;
An old man’s hat which by the breeze is whirled
The toddlers skipping in the Shopping Mall.

Now coffee shops are where we socialise
No more we labour over stove and sink.
And listening, hear what would not meet our eyes.
When for one little moment they both blinked.

And  yet we  long for time to be alone
To breathe more freely, play within our mind
For being far less solid than a stone
Impingements to our boundary  we find

As we balance on this old seesaw
We know nothing is static.life is raw.

Wanting to be earthed

Oh..Lord I prayed sincerely to you
To stick my broken teeth well down with glue
But you did not heed my desperate prayer
So I went to my dentist; had to pay her!

So I feel angry  and you are angry too
For you have the entire universe to view.
And you are not my mother, I now see.
You never were and never will you be.

I’m unsure of how to   re-connect to you
Especially when I’m feeling down and blue.
Do you need me and for what was I conceived?
My mother was dead angry.I believe

She blamed my soul for wanting to  be earthed
Abortion was illegal, not so birth

For logic is as stupid as no doubt

Did I say my heart is up the spout
And tea is sitting hotly in the tap
The kettle is complaining I’m a lout
And with its metal hand gives me a rap.

 

Did I say my bed has got no sheets
For I have published them in my new book
And as the cocks and chickens try to bleat
I buy a dress and  hey, it’s my new look

Did I say the cat will not go out
For he is never in, you see my joke
For logic is as stupid as no doubt
And torments  in its ice the evil folk.

Words are signals  telling us  we’re light
And so we float away into the nigh

And yet we do have evidence of Fall.

For someone non-existent  God has power
To wreck the world he learns from every hour.
He is not here or there or where at all
And yet we do have evidence of Fall.

Why  must men be angry as they boast,
They can prove there is no Holy Ghost?
No benediction, blessing, nothing good
No meaning, nothing sacred, never Love.

For who is zero,  who’s in the empty set?
G-d  seems ever harder to forget
Men argue with red cheeks and suffer strokes-

While Nothing shall remain and  nausea  dies,
Let’s enjoy the  madness and the lies.