There's a scaffold
Outside my flat window
They fixing the roof
At least I hope
That's what it's for.

Under a diseased elm
Found a shady place to lay
Not much of a breeze
Watched the doggies
Tumble and play
A platoon of crows
Tighten a circle round me slow
The edges of my vision dim
It might be time to go

One fine day
In the middle of the night
Two dead men
Got up to fight
Back to back
They faced each other
Pulled their swords
And shot each other.

Is that fog or steam
Misting up your dreams?
The details are there
But swaythed  in smoke
Laughing at the punchline
Without hearing the joke

Knowing where you going
But clueless about the route
You'd cut across country
But the terrain just doesn't suit

That old tree looks familiar
An that rock
And barn
Are you going round in circles?
From dusk until the dawn.

Something's whacky
Your face a solid frown
******* your senility
You've got your map
Upside down.

Simon Munnery said
"All men are brothers,
Hence war!"
Brought forth
Straight faces
Gentle titters
Loud guffaws
Cain and Able
Romulus and Remus
And the Dasslers
Not forgetting of course
The bow legged Gallaghers
But sometimes it doesn't have to be that way
Angus and Malcolm
Matt and Luke
The Greenwoods
All displayed
You don't have to be at war
With your brother
Don't have to
Get smacked in the mouth
Don't have to
Go home and cry to our mother.

I used to think that people and their feelings were like china plates
Beautiful
Unique
Fragile and delicate
Easily broken

When we are born
Our plates are flawless
No cracks or chips
They are new and perfect

As we go through life
They can get hurt
They get chips
And cracks
And sometimes they break
Or a piece breaks off

Life does that
The ups and downs
The good and the bad
Relationships can do that
Hearts can break
Bodies can get hurt or age
And our plates reflect it

Life is like a china plate
Delicate
Fragile in some ways
Something to be treasured