Thunder and lightning
or to be more precise
lightning and thunder,
He
ducks under the duvet
and there he'll stay
until it's all over.

****** if I do, and I'll be danged if I will not, because between the damning and the danging there's a whole heap left hanging in the air.

That being said, we'll speak of things left unsaid, which will be said when we've unsaid them, but only if we remember them.

the way that things go always to and don't you know
they always do go fro'.

As London unravels
tube travel's out
so
we go out exploring,

when I was a scout
I did that a lot.

We shall be happy
said
the clown
who'd flipped his frown
upside down

I flipped my egg
and agreed.

I hope you know that this is all a sideshow,
like
knocking down ninepins in a ten-pin bowling alley.

And the factories
but
let's call them cemeteries
when nobody looks
as the shop steward books
overtime for his mates,

where the gates are shut
at the stroke of nine
don't be late.

Like
the fortune tellers who can't tell that they're poor
but
they'll spin you a yarn
let's call it
a short term cure.

and there's a but in being shut out
when there's no way in
but
for the life of me
I can't remember what.

These are my thoughts when I think I am broken.

Have I written more words than I've ever spoken
if the pen is my voice, then what choice do I have?
but
to speak out in ink
or in lead
to hope that these words have been read.

We are underneath
a
bad-tempered sky,
but you and I
are
in love
and the storm
will
pass over.