Blue is the train that Coltrane blew.

Blue is the Note that made dreams come true.

Blue is John Lee ****** and B.B. King.

Blues are what made Billie Holiday sing.

Blue is the sapphire in a wedding ring.

Blue are the eyes that you lose yourself in.

Blue is the sky, blue is the sea.

Blue is the intensity of lapis lazuli.

Blue is the colour of the NHS,

Flashing blue lights helping people in distress.

Blue are the helmets of peacekeeping troops.

And blue are the pills that I purchase from Boots.

Blue is the kingfisher, perched by a stream,.

And 'Blue is the colour' (for one London team).

Blue comes the moon on rare starry nights,

And blue is the colour of Supermans tights!

I was out walking today
Trying to clear my head
After a morning of too much study, Twitter
And coffee.
On the way to town, listening to jazz
I tried to slow down my mind
Counting flat, fallen autumn leaves
Making words from number plates
Avoiding kids on their bikes.
I came out of Boots with
My blue sweets for the weekend
And stopped for a double espresso.
Having just crossed the road, it hit me:
Today, this week, this lifetime
Is just a blink in the history of humankind.
Which is just a blink in time itself.
No matter what I do
No matter what is done to me
The world will carry on regardless….
Such a wonderfully ego crushing insight
I felt light, things made sense.
I strolled on with a smile on my face
As Kamasi blew…..

Looking from the other side of the mirror,
Seeing through ***** glasses,
There is something not real about this moment
Like looking at a reflection of a reflection of a reflection….
Something just undefinable,
A gap between my here,
And their here.
My now,
And their now.
So fine as to be invisible but so wide
That one is unaware of the other.
I’m existing in their world
But not of their world.
Watching life as a live broadcast
With a nano-second delay.
Seeing the muzzle flash
Then hearing the shot.
The familiar is unfamiliar,
The same, though different.
Like the thinnest sheet of clear ice
My perception could shatter…..
But then do I return to what was before?
Or am I left with an existence of emptiness?

I thought I’d try reading again
But when my eyes scan across that off-white page
The words animate….
Slippery                               little
                                                                 *******.
            As I try                focus on                  one,
The  next j  s  l  s in front of it
                 o  t  e

What I’m about to read distracting
Me from what I am reading…..
Its not the spelling, I was always top at that!
Its pinning down the words
Comprehensible in sentence to a...ahem,
Into a comprehensible sentence,
While trying not to read the same line twice
The same line twice.
I’ve tried reading in blue, red, green,
With a reading ruler,
Reading glasses and
A magnifying glass
But the words
                       still        
                             keep
                                     falling
                                                off
                                                the
                                                page…..

And don’t get me started on numbers!!!

It was the sort of feeling
I always drank on:
Frustration,
Banging my head against a wall
******* myself into a ball
Wanting to shout out, to get away,
To calm my mind, a need to relax.
The easy fix that always works.
Flushing myself through with poison
Washing what’s inside away
To find myself in exquisite numbness.


Short term gain and long term pain.

A pale face, dark eyes, an uneasy smile,
Surrounded by a mass of tangly black curls,
She sat in that circle
Unengaged, aloof, disruptive,
There for everyone else’s sake
But her own.
Trapped in a world by demons who
Would let her see another way
But kept her from it because
It wouldn’t serve their obsessive needs.
Within screaming distance but held behind thick glass,
Visible but achingly unreachable.

And now she appears, life
Shining from her eyes.
A purpose in her movement
An energy no longer nervous or restrained.
An arrogant addiction now replaced
By an enthusiastic vulnerability.
The tangle of curls now worn up
To frame a new maturity.
She sits in the circle for her own sake now
Proving to everyone else that she is worthy,
Meeting life bravely while hearts around her
Now swell with inspiration.