Crosses

Haunting

A friend

Friends

Family

I realise

I too am followed

A prevailing childhood souvenir

Appearing in unexpected places

Constantly in the background

Imposing on everyday objects

A sign

A tree

A necklace

Demanding a conscience

And filling it with guilt

The body

The blood

The unholy human urges

Sometimes

Even

I feel an urge

To say grace

(The inspiration: once you see a crucifix once)

Uncolliding

Bending along curves
Discussing wealth & wisdom
Bury exposed hopes and pray for them
Prey in them
Engorge on them
But do not be ashamed
Apparitions follow us all when the lights are out
Just as despondency dissolved in the old days
Dance in the space
Underneath awareness
Soulless phenomenon
Sounding out the syllables
Disclosing nothing to many
And all to few
Feverish desolation at the curse of ego
The joy of ego
Don't go jousting the peasantry
Await a match worth you selflessness
Winery of the minds eye
Discover nothing
But blissful satisfaction
                                    of the now

A Short One

Cracks in the carpet

Through which demons escape

Invisible but for their effect on the people they encounter

The Insensibility of Sensibility

The Insensibility of Sensibility (Aka Accidentally Jane Austin)

The problem is not asking questions

The other problem is asking too many questions

Either way

None of it makes sense

We consume baby cow food

We eat chicken periods

We watch far too many American actors

Our cars run on million year old animals and plants

Our children run on Apple© products

One in ten people in Australia live alone

That’s just the surface

Scratch it and the itchy addiction begins

Society’s a bore

We live long lives

Minimum physical complaints

Maximum mental ills

Thank God for the Modern World

Or

Should that be

Thank Richard Dawkins?

An Ode to Credit Cards

Oh hail the mighty credit card

You allow near endless purchasing power

You give strength to all your lucky disciples

Strength to shout drinks

Strength to dress well

Strength to walk confidently down the street

More importantly

You give hope

Hope that the bill will never have to be paid

Therein lies the majesty of the credit card

Oh! That hope

Endless, fickle hope

And for me

I just hope I never get one

Rule-ing

Move through the colours

Listed

Named

Filed

Put aside

Take out all the pencils

Order them based on thickness, 

Softness

Give them letters,

Or numbers

Put them neatly away

Lists of animals

Places

People

Create a definition of beauty

Score every thing on a scale

Ordered

Concise

No need for discussion

The entire world

Intimately immaculate

Properly pompous

The whole thing becomes worthless

I am a miss

I am a miss

Not amiss

Not a “ms”

I am a miss

Why?

You ask

Women’s rights allow us to be called ms

You say

It’s the female equivalent of mr

You state

It removes the importance of marriage

I get that

I reply

But, I am a miss

And here’s why

I’m not married

I’m more than happy for people to know that

It is part of who I am

So give me the right to tick the “ms” box

But don’t you dare take away my “miss” box

Because I am a miss

Arrogant Pigeon

Arrogant pigeon

Bobbing by like he owns the place

The toughest birds hang out in the city

Before I have time to mull over this thought and its possible metaphorical elegance, my attention is stolen away

A murder of crows

Ripping apart a dead mouse

A young guy walks by

Without noticing

Then a kid on a pink scooter and her parents

Each, in turn, missing the gory scene

All the passers by pass by

The crows continue to tear at the creature

And I watch