1 Do not stop your car to read this sign.Thank you
2. If you can’t read this sign get your eyes tested~unless you are illiterate
3 This sign is not here till further notice
4.This sign is here but don’t look at it
5 Harald Bluetooth, please call the police.
6.This sign is due to be painted so please take a photograph of it for future use.
7.This sign is paid for by the local hospital to let you know
they have no A & E now.Please drive carefully.
8.Hollow road ahead liable to flooding
9. This water is dangerous.Please don’t drink it
10 This sign is the last one before Hardknott Pass.Look at the road.Do not panic.Very few cars have fallen off since Xmas
Day: July 9, 2020
Harald Bluetooth….Danes ahead
Oh,longhead Viking, who were my forebears
Eric Bloodaxe,Harald Bluetooth,Cnut?
Their lady wives as vicious as the men
Who will love me true or give the boot?
I blame you not for fearing my hot breath
Yet I am ancient Roman,British,Welsh
A thousand years have passed, but I am here
With Danish eyes and hair, but bones of Celt
Hence my double joints and glaring eye
My golden hair in trouble with its plaits
My legs are bowed,my feet can terrify
Why not send me home to feed the cat
Britain has succumbed to Viking blood
We’ve’conquered you again, oh men of wood
The handmade dog
After all the wars,love still endures
Grace comes through the cracks, grace is the cure
Babies born in tents on wet cold ground
Eerie through the trees comes labour’s sound
But grace, like rain, needs openness and care
How can these refugees bear children here?
We enclose ourselves in fictive webs
Netflix,Prime , the BBC, the bed
We do not want to see the sky and stars
Downing gin and cocaine in the bar
We have plastic lawns and paper flowers
From the handmade dog to City Towers
There is a door but who can spot it now?
No poverty,no chastity no now
The promised land
Joy sings now in golden light
Though after day comes black of night.
The moon is rising by gray trees
This world is where I want to be.
I want the day, I want the night
I want the day. I want the light.
I want to see and to be seen,
I want to float into my dreams.
The sun has set , gray clouds turn black,
The day just gone will not come back.
I’ll rest in quiet reverie
Until the Reapers’s scythe takes me.
And then I drop and mix with dust,
As worms and beetles sate their lust.
I fall into ten thousand motes
In sweet light ,dance music’s notes.
No more striving.no more ambition,
No more fighting,nor competition.
Every particle’s the same,
Without even a personal name.
And side by side,we all are one.
The lusts of life have been and gone.
We dwell with dirt and grain and sand
At last we’ve reached the Promised Land