The day I saw you on the mall

My heart longed for you among all

Brightened chrome and fiery red

Metallic dark turning every head



Designed in the Sun rising land        

My heart acked till you reached my hand

A year it took to make you mine

Eyes gliterring as i held your hands to mine



Day and night we rode as one

memories remain of the days gone

Rain and sun you always run

Never to fail my riding fun



When i had my brew in a bar

with patience you waited afar

In the parking lot i leave you alone

jealousy in your heart i find none



Times on the road together we fell

Times on road we rode to hell

With a heart never to cry

till your tanks run dry



As a decade passed you grew old

Rusted chrome and unsteady on road

Experts said time for you did end

To the yard how could i send



Times I laid you to rest in my home

Hoping to see the sparkling chrome

Eleven horses of pure power

laid low with love none to shower



Then came the time for you to go

A pain in tis heart never let go

Though in time I got new wheel’s two

Yet none was better than you

In this age of 3D Entertainment
and surround sound speakers;
of high definition and films extra features,
electronic mail and internet dating.

Where tectonics fail yet can be shown on
paper graphs and charts and diagram art.

These decades of speed and cynicism.
Where digits reign as idols flop
from pedestals and into bars.
Where your wildest dreams lie not
in your heart but in your favourite shop.

In this land of greed and want
and discord of the highest scale.

Is it peace and virtue that won
you the right to work from home;
eating breakfast in bed, worrying
only if jokes are stale?

Is it fine that your success
has led others to fail?

In this game of snakes and ladders
who populates the pit?

Those who were unfortunate
enough to be born into it.

Silent confession.
A mere wasted possession.
From where you come.. to where you go..
no one knows .. no one knows.

Inhale the burn, choke and splutter;
the walls sway, the roof descends.
Pass the vessel and cut the rafters;
the chair tilts, the table bends.
Exhale the fumes, laugh and mutter;
the floor shifts and window melts.
Spool back, slow down the pitter-patter
of those around; now talking faster.
Words whizz past, spill and clutter,
then echo round an empty chamber.
Retract a thought from lingering over
the tongue and through the closing shutters.
Rooms disperse and feelings clatter
with no impact on soft grey-matter
your brain swirls, and body disbands.
Through the barrel, **** the hammer;
pupils shrink and heartbeats race.
Fixated by a bold, young face
the grin widens, the wall moves near
and bubbles up in yellow blisters
wood-chip cheeks and cracking fissures
take flight and sober up halfway
through the bathroom window.