Paranoia

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So we were going along the
motorway in our motorhome
and the wife starts moaning
about the stationary traffic.

I say, if you look really
frustrated a motorway camera will
see you and some operator
in outer mongolia will flip
a switch and say
“job done”.

 

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Christmas Sonnet

afghanistan_kids_childrenThis time of year, gathered here, in the warm.
Inside, we have heating and chairs. We glow!
In other nations, fractured, at war, all torn,
Suffering and broken, no friends, just foe.

Inside, we have heating and chairs. We glow!
We sit and write letters to unknown friends.
We can’t feel their plight and misery, how can we know?
For, now the year has gone, they don’t know their end.

In other nations, fractured, at war, all torn
Suffering, broken, over hills, no friends, just foe.
Fathers at war, they wonder why they’re born.
Here, warm, comfy and safe. Will we ever know?

Suffering, broken, over hills, no friends, just foe.
Inside, we have heating and chairs. We glow!

 

 

After The Swim

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After the swim

It had been a good swim
that day as I dried myself
in the cubicle.

Then, one by one, I donned
the garments of
responsibility.

The suit and tie,
to cover my nakedness.

The watch, so I could
arrive on time and not
disappoint.

The house keys, so that
I could keep my family
safe and secure.

The spectacles, so I would
not feel a fool if people
were addressing me
and I didn’t realise.

Finally the wallet, to
pay my way and show
the world who I was and that
I had made it, so to speak.

I wondered how Adam felt.

In my head

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In My Head

Another lonely van
drops off its load
at my neighbours house
and your name runs
through my head.

Then it’s the postman
and I’m glad to
know I’ve earned more
loyalty points on
my card. But what
is more irritating
is that I’ve now got
even more stuff to read
with your name on it.

I don’t want to put it
straight in the waste basket
but decide to go to the
recycling bin outside. And
all the time your name
is getting bigger
and bigger.

Changing the date

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Changing the date

I was pressing the page down button on
my computer to change the year from
two thousand to two thousand and
fourteen.

It’s amazing how
in those fourteen keystrokes
which took about five seconds to do

I went through the twin towers, the Iraq
war, the financial crash, London twenty
twelve and the death of Nelson Mandela.

If it was only as easy
to use the delete key
and erase some of them.