Waste
Capitalism’ tyrannosaurus  footprint
In the air we breathe
In the seas we swim
And play
Stamping  on the very pulse
Of gaia’s heart beat
We bury it in haste
Like our heads
In the ground
And pretend its not there

Its virus gate,
So separate and isolate
Lock up, stock up
And rock up for the showdown
In slowtown
Get with the notion
There aint no potion
That’s going to save our skins
From our despoiling sins,
Our double chins
And our plastic filled bins
Better notify your next of kin
No need to curse
It’s covid 19 the virus
The new kid in the hood
You know it aint going to be good
Its starting to escalate
Now they try to shut the gate
Is it too late……
Is it fate?

Amongst the ashes of the fire
I found myself dancing

Sending  glowing embers
Into a star filled night

And, I remember all those dances
From long ago

Some fast

Some slow

Some partnered

Some… alone

Now set in ageing flesh

And old bone

In the dance hall of mists.

Watch dog
Imperious
Serious
Deadly serious
Nothing gets by him
Snarling, growling, sniffing
Saliva drooling
He watches
Nothing gets by him
Steely eyed
Laser beams
Like x rays
Looking, dissecting, inspecting
Ready, oh so ready
To pounce
Ney attack
Rush like a stampeding elephant
And stomp any semblance of meaning
Or utterance
24/7 and he’s long serving
Going way back
To when I was so very small
And didn’t know it was not ok to just say
Say what…say what?
I know not
But it must have been important
Because I bought this dog
Snarling, drooling….ever ready to pounce.

What would entice
Someone into self sacrifice
Surely a little self harm would suffice
Its not enough to hold back the bilious stew
Of spew
Trying to stay true to you
Instead I vie with an inner spy
As I Try to live deaths lie
Buried alive, modified and zombified
Indeed a need to please
Has brought me to my knees
Mortified.

Tears
They’re said not to be for men
But then again
When touched and in pain
Its considered sane
To let them rain
Down your cheeks
Forming little creeks
Hurrying to the crying mouth
With curled lips
The voice slips
Out little sobs and sighs
Connecting to inner ground
Not happy but sound,
Alive