Monday, November 16, 2015

Gare du Nord

Today
I have carried a pack under suspicion
Eyed by tribal minded ignorants
Who seek to be saved from last week's disaster
Which they clearly were not part of.

When young I would have angered
And shot back hate
But now I softly offer smiles
And quiet pity for their mistake
Their fear everywhere
Ill-equipped hatred
Indistinguishable from brotherhood
Throughout the City of Man.

Here,
Once you have passed the guards
And gates and magic wards
They offer free electricity
But not free water
And those in tailored clothes sit tapping
Oblivious of location, of space, of fear.

A young couple carousel
Like the escalator is an aisle
Oblivious of location, of space, of fear.
Spinning in a dream
A progeninating dream of dreams
And it seems to me
That mine were once alike, light
And floated like zeppelins
But now their broke, tear soaked
Components parts
Weigh down
So much more cumbersome to carry.

Thursday, November 05, 2015

Sobering up with my mother


There are some experiences that I would not wish for myself
Or any other
And one of those is sobering up
With my mother.

You see, the evils of society I blotted very early with curly wisps of smoke
And some have said, not in joke that I'm easier to cope with when I'm blazing dope
And so what hope
Sobering up with my mother

All in all drug withdrawal ought be called a good
For I stall in cloudy shawls enthralled longer than I should
But when the switches start to spark again there is oft some fire
I'd be a liar to desire this quagmire for I, my sister or my brother
Don't try
Sobering up with my mother.

Some arithmetic is additive some follows power laws
And trouble does not double but multiplies by threes and fours
Of minds I find some clearer, I hope better you treat yours
But mines been kippered up with biftas, since very early doors.

But ontologous onerous love calls the mortal in us all
And if I was the author I might not write it quite like this
But I cannot forestall for down the hill her house does fall
I hope no one gets killed, I will, life insists
Be sobering up with my mother.