.

There are no hours and minutes in a day
Whatever Nokia Lumias  might display
Babylonian  clocktowers hover;
Cracked a wall , now built in Dover,
There are     sixty cuckoos to gainsay.

Day and night, or hey, what black and white
People range in hues of  fruits delight
I like  olive  and    Greenpeacers
Wearing  hats  from crowns off steeples
Day and night,oh  shall we take a  flight?

I see the Berlin Wall is coming back
Mexico   has  ordered   ten sick    plaques
Trump has  promised work forever:
Dangerous walls  from Hell to Dover
Even God has  been electro-shocked

No ,these demons cannot get across
They’re stuck in an inferno; what is worse……….
God  now  can’t  be  omnipresent.
He has  high  walls   around Grace Crescent.
Holy Moses,who  can take this flak?

If you miss yer dinner,don’t it hurt?
Same as if yer finger gets a cut
Refugees with their  feet   bleeding–
Christ,we’re underwhelmed in feelings
Get a barbed wire fence, and kick them back.

The Lord’s THEIR shepherd, so we’re gonna pay.
He  watches  US  like  NEVER  from today
We’re   ex-colonial criminals
We’re Self-esteem Unlimited.
Now the Devil’s comin’ out as grey.

Oh,someone jumped the Central Line today
Could not take this life so  full  of play
Oxford Street was blocked by walls
Of vehicles  sent to the Call.
What is my vocation,what my Play

The Romans too were keen on building walls
To keep out Scottish immigrants and balls
But the Vikings got their genes into our pool
I am one, be careful, I am cruel

Hadrian’s Wall. the moss ,the ancient bones
Undeciphered like our old grave stones
Looking West we see the Solway Firth
Quiet and tender like the ancient earth

In the East is Berwick on the Tweed
The Tyne is further South and then the Tees
The grandeur of the Pennines makes eyes leap
Estimating sizes,watching sheep

If the Scots desire to cross the wall
We will not shoot them down nor make them crawl

https://youtu.be/Aj4FdIv0qbg

I am like him.. untidy and lover of books.He brought up his children alone after his young wife dies

http://www.jgballard.ca/media/2001_literary_review.html

http://www.jgballard.ca/media/1970_sept11_guardian.html

Those evenings the sky turned pink
We were happy, lying in the grass
watching the sun set
arms around each other

.Seemed like eternal life had come
Earlier than forecast.
Those weathermen are often wrong.
They need more training

I shall remember you
in that timeless moment
in between two raindrops
in between two tears