I need you like I need luck in a cup
Put a  lock on the cop
Look in the coop
Look at cops?
Speak Afrikaans, good luck!
Knock for  headlock
I lack a cap.
Kippah on  the rocks
The super and the  dreck
The beige and the black
Greed fated my socks
Lines on the  dock
Unemployed and sick
Brexit, go f*ck!

In the haunted pub
We ate hot food and wondered
What is common sense?

In the sky ,snow hung
The  park was  icy and black
The farm was quiet

What is common? Sense?
What have we lost since that time?
Now we live nonsense.

Where is the humour?
The wronged kindness of  nonsense
The futility

Who says what is true?
Who speaks what is  silent , lost?
Who is the channel?

What is true has left.
“Maybe” hangs from black branches
Like dead fruit or  leaf

The autumn  orange
The senselessness of speeches
The withering   glance

The edge  of our  land
Borders are  more anguished
Cannot connect us

New laws and rules
Trial  by separation
The barbed rust   pierces

There is no heartland
There is no inside at all
Nowhere to  live well