CORONA
There is no part of my body that resembles a crown
No rarefied gases of sun and stars or pearly glows in which to drown
No waterdrop diffraction as seen ‘round sun and moon
Don’t worry I’ll get around to you too … real soon.

I’m part of a cornice having a broad vertical face
If I were a daffodil flower there’d be a cup-shaped outgrowth at my centre place
I can also hang as a chandelier in church …
… and produce discharges around a high potential conductor when left in the lurch.

But I know you don’t care about these facts, to you I’m just a virus
Getting myself around this world of yours is easy … acting lifeless
You’ve taken me where I want to go -and you’re learning slow
Just how many I can **** if you let me go.

I am Corona and
You are my prey
Try as you might
You can only pray I go away
… Uh Uh … not yet!

The sun can always blind you so it’s better if you choose, the deep green of the jungles’ shade with all its different hues.

The fire within your soul should not care for day or night, flickering into that eternity you wish with all your might.

Your fascination abounds with every step you take, your mind cannot let go, you know what is at stake.

The shadows that are twirling around the broken light are heightened by your senses that go swimming in the night.

The soft breeze of the air caresses these senses same, and suddenly you find yourself falling through a flame.

The flame is but a vision, the heat of lust prevails, dancing through the membranes of your mind, the vision slowly fails.

Wake up to the morning a glimmer of new hope, the naked soul that searched last night is wrapped up in a new days cloak.

I know that you are looking, seeking out the day, when everything falls into place and you can find your way.

There is no simple answer to the guidelines that you seek, the words that are between us were those that distant lovers dared to speak.

But life remains unconsumed and you are not the only one searching… seeking … longing … lonely.

So tell me now what can I give, what guidelines do you seek for I can only say to you inside I feel so helpless, so helpless and so weak

I wish that I could give to you the solace that is your aim, to take you in these arms of mine and dance right through that flame, to take you on the desert’s sands-  that lustful part conceived… and lead you into the future knowing I have deceived… but this I cannot do!

So leave behind your desert, and let my jungle weep, the tears that pass between them through the sand will seep.

And then we both can wake up to a dawn that is brand new and wish away the lives we have, the lives of me and you.

T

There was a little donkey,
And the donkey’s name was Ben,
Everybody called him crazy,
‘Cause he thought he was a hen,
He’d wake up every morning,
Trying to do what cockerels do,
Throw his head up to the sky,
And shout “**** a doodle doo”

It never ever happened,
No matter what you say,
He’d try and try and try and try,
But all he did was bray,
This made Ben unhappy,
As he left the stable door,
Every morn to try his luck,
But it still came out Eeee Aww.

Tony

I’ve heard a sad, sad story, about a little girl,
The sort of thing that makes me weep,
Like the crushing of a pearl.

Abused and hurt, she’s growing up,
Trying to understand,
Why her parents treat her worse,
Than the lowest mongrel hound.

Her world is spent in twilight,
She’s afraid of other folk,
Doesn’t want to go to school,
To the other kids she’s just a joke.

She’ll wear long sleeves and jeans,
Not because she’s trendy,
She wants to hide the marks she’s got,
From when her Dad felt randy.

She has no-one to confide in,
She spends her time alone,
I bet she thinks it’s normal’
To be cut right to the bone.

To the outside world she’s just a child,
Growing up at home,
But when she looks around for Mom,
She finds she’s all alone.

What is it with us humans,
We think we know it all,
Are we just too deaf or stupid,
To hear the silent call….for help!

To all abusive parents,
I’ve just one thing to say,
You may get away with it, in this life,
But beware on Judgement Day!

T

I am sitting waiting for it as it twirls around and around
Like it did in life I suppose went around and around
It’s been around before it ever got to me around and around
So now its doing it again going around and around
This things not round as it goes around and around
And it cannot get very far going around and around
Sort of sits there waiting to stop going around and around
But the times not right to stop it going around and around
Like washing in a machine going around and around
I try to watch it and my head goes around and around
Should I just let it be to just keep going around and around
I need to think so I’ll walk around and around
Around my apartment I will go around and around
Thinking of what it is that’s going around and around
And how soon I should stop it going around and around
I’m getting hungry walking around and around
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Do you think it’s time I took the chicken out of the micro?

Tony

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