today there was a funny sun
or so my son said
he was pointing out of the car window
at the brightness up ahead

down it shone
from far up high
it felt like June but its only March you loon
it makes you wonder why

the funny sun

Body

it begins and I'm walking
slowly I go
the noise its getting stronger and stronger
face the noise don't be afraid
like some obscene parliament of white noise
I'm jostled by my adrenaline
the sense awake with each further step I take
my ears hot & lobbied with furious noise
the light appears small up ahead
so bright so ******* immense
and my body is taught but I must keep walking
walking to release myself from this corridor of

wwooooooooossssh

Pain.

'its only a wee one Margaret'
don't give him much
we don't want him
to be a drunken such and such

protest I did not
and out came the ***
'drink too much of this'
and you'll end up on your ***

and although I was warned
I never took heed
foolish and young
I downed it with speed

the warmest glow

taking my coat
I said my farewell
I got half way home
then down I fell

****** as a newt
what a way to be
looking up at the sky
I lost sight of me

The stars looked brighter
and the winter cold had gone
was I all grown up now?
where would I belong?

up there it's often blue
sometimes dark
often grey
never stark
the clouds amass
all shapes and sizes
driven by the wind
and other godly devices
bright with sun
on those better days
dark at night
it never betrays
the feeling we are minute
we are only small
the sky is our life
a feature for all

what is it to be at a loss
with no direction
who will see you
when you are a flicker of the imagination
while you float between the lines
without a care for the reality
which will be left behind....

functioning normality = what we are
will there be an us = has it come that far
positive to negative = as time goes by
its not mathematics = lets not deny
this reality = is not a game
the outcome = will always be the same