Lucian ,



The unfinished dog

The torn chesterfield

View of the sky

Stillness of age

The running tap

The scattered rags



Lucian                                         Perverse

                           Lucian                                                              Abandoned

A posse of cronies
With button-marked thumbs
Were part of a ring
Of cyberspace chums

With crimson-lined eyes
They played night and day
Till some solemn stranger
Took their machines away

The stranger stole through the dark
Before they, could awake
To tip their technology
Into a lake

The groups sleep-rested eyes
Opened to see
The redundant space
Where gizmos should be

Some shouted, some cried
Some just couldn't speak
They rose from their beds
Confused and knees weak

Once clothed and clean
And breakfast was through
One cry could be heard
'Now what do we do?'

People pray for their mortal life's extension
Others for peace, for hate and wars prevention
Some atone for sins too dark to mention
Me? I pray for salvation from convention

People pray in aid of middle eastern tension
Others for freedom, no more Guantanamo detention
Selfish suits pray for the latest invention
Me? I pray for salvation from convention

People pray for the safeguard of their pension
Others for good, for evil's condemnation
Some pray for forgiveness for an earlier conversation
Me? I've lost faith

Mr and Mrs were in love
It had been so for years
Still every time he came home drunk
He reduced his love to tears

The rule of a love triangle
Is somebody must lose
This household was no different
Mr , Mrs or the *****

The young boy looked puzzled
Sat slumped in the car
A day trip to Grandma's
Roadsign : Not far

To his curious child's question
No answer replied
This proud, Grey Englishman
Watched chevrons, sighed