I'm being mechanised
integrated into modern
mascenery
which is a take on machinery
and it's the best I could do.

think I am through with
the cuckoo clock,
I am being touted as
new on the block,
but you know that I'm not.

I'm being marketed
packaged and sold
told I'm a failure
and that doesn't work for me

I get the message though,
being in is the new out
I know.

Computers
sharp shooters,
there's a reason they rhyme
but machinery don't have the
time
to explain.

Domino fall and I recall that
it happened before,
the butterfly wrecked,
cause? not effect
nothing is perfect

The rhetoric pick
I'd
talk to myself only
that makes me sick,

but the images come
and god only knows why
portraits in cages imprint
on the eye.
domino fall.

If there is anyone there
where flat wings beat the air
and can hear me,
tell me
why,

and
what was the question?
what is the connection?
is it the Amazon
domino fall?

I am my mother's daughter,
counting coins, making piles
of nickels and dimes
we think in green, adorned
paper. Made out of trees
whose roots are planted into
our hearts, as crucial
as the valves, veins
and arteries of our ancestors.
I do not remember ever
shedding a single leave,
yet autumn comes to us
all, diseased and old,
young and healthy,
we are two ends of a
spectrum that collapses
at the sheer mass of
miracles it births,
Oak, silver birch, willow
ash... we are two women,
making ends meet, feeding
our men before ourselves.
We do not feel the weight
of wealth, saving every cent,
but our hearts are full and
their strings can be pulled
as tightly as our purses

Externally nothing has changed
not much to see, but
internally
there's an inferno
a cauldron that boils.

Can't sit still
won't until
the fire runs its course.

Flames running free, internally
racing through veins
creeping through cracks
leaving
blood
facts are facts and
that's a fact
but
externally
nothing has changed

not that you'd ever know,
as fast as the fire is
it's also quite slow
which is strange

change however
is nothing new
I do it
every epoch or two.

To think
I could have said so much
to you
and what did I do?
kept my tongue tied to the roof
of my mouth.

Time takes a share
pares me down
thins me out

about this
I can do nothing
but
shout at the fates.

Something waits in the
shadows for me
I'm not looking forward
to see
what that is
or
perhaps that
Something
is the something
I could have said.

Zone six which is out in the sticks
a long way from citizen centre.

Prisoners trapped behind prisoners trapped,
hanging on to the straps that hang from the ceilings
on trains to the city.

This is Bermondsey calling
Bermondsey calling,
I am
falling
can't stand it.

This way to Thursday
and the same day as
that day
which is my way of saying
all days look alike.

Musical chairs
he's playing musical
chairs and he's staring at me,
is
lunacy the new normality?

I'm almost but not quite
the prisoner trapped and
it's not right
but
entertainment
is key to
survival.

but do it
with pursed lips
because
they're all being
genetically modified.

There's a large corporation
out
to alter our station
in life
and
they'll not be satisfied
with just
changing the blooms

we'll be back being primates
with peanuts for brains
because
they're sure to change
them too.

.

unreliable evidence or
irrefutable truth?
it's all proof
and
if that's what you need
use it.

'One way or another',
said Cain.
'I will **** my brother'

again and again,

the old God
smote more in
the olden days,
there was
lots more sinners
back then,
now
the new God
gives detention
with
the occasional smite
which is quite alright,
but only
now and again.

Do you feel threatened
by biblical scriptures?
or the rapture of love
on the run?
would you like to sit tight
against the barrel of night
and be shot full of lead
by its gun?

The eight forty two into Waterloo
was running six minutes behind
and at eight forty eight
being six minutes late
my eyes opened only to find
the unreliable evidence of an
irrefutable truth.

History makes its own decisions
and
we have little to say,
your history tomorrow
is not the history of
yesterday.

She will think
I'm just a
video link
but I'm the light
on a
long dark road,
the cats eyes
on overload,
seeing
is believing
I believe that
though
never seen that,
I take it on
faith alone.

The slide rule?, but you're too young to remember that, I should have called this something ***** so you'd know it was worth reading.

There was nothing I could do,
I got old too.
*******.

and even though it's crap it's
not that
it's.....

.....well
it's what goes with it.


At last
the least will be
me.

I'll end up playing chess
with the psych nurse in
a ward that's locked and
get electrically shocked
now and then
to keep me in line

and that's fine, but
it's still
crap.

and when I lose my marbles
I will play marbles
dressed in a **** strap
and a white
pith helmet

let them laugh about me
it won't worry me,
not then
when
I'm old