IRRESPONSIBLE

END THE WAR

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Stark white lab

harbouring orange glow

Their “Little Boy” starting

to breathe life

Cold hard shell shows great line

no prejudice

Ingredients designed to bring impact

To bring war to an end

Drum

beat western time

Nobel prize driving

adrenaline,

calculations, theories

No prize for second place

National security founded on fear

Naive freedom ripples the land

no one will attack

Man is now as powerful as God himself

IRRESPONSIBLE

TOYS OF WAR

Concrete and lead bunkers

built to keep him out

Monopoly gone

Level playing field

Everyone’s a friend

Everyone’s a foe

Posing a threat to my

life, my peace

Over there somewhere

in my own back yard

The fight is over

Oil, gold, land and

dictator with his

weapon of choice

Unstable mushroom this is great

cloud hangs over

All Life

No allegiance

even to those who

Created it

Colourless Day

On a day much like today.

It came,

And chose to stay

It’s the third year now.

I don’t remember opening the door to it.

It just came.

Casting it’s dark shadow.

Outstaying it’s welcome.

The darkness is woven into

My clothes,

Penetrating my Skin.

Rubbing red raw sores in my flesh.

It controls me, consumes me,

Draining all colour from me.

Leaving muted tones of grey

Bleak, lifeless, soulless.

It sits on the fence.

I try to confront it,

I am overcome.

My life exhausted,

Only existence remains

My allied,

On life’s stage.

Mating Dance

Urban undergrowth

Hiding in plain sight.

The synthetic covering of life

Our only camouflage.

The ritual begins.

Having chosen a mate

She needs to make her intentions known.

Enticing, lustful movements

Withdraw him from the drum beat

To where enemies are few

Her assets encased in a

Light weight cotton armour

And her rear cupped in heavy blue drill

Cause Images to form in his minds eye.

She has got her prey.

They retreat back into the undergrowth.

Hidden again in plan sight.

Instant Dad

Just add water

stir,

cook for 60 seconds

the packet says.

Now someone

calls me Dad.

No nine months to go.

She was there

calling me dad.

She came with I do.

She calls me Dad,

I call her mine.

In an instant

Dad.

Plastic combat

I have killed my brother.

In the service of an elite street delta force.

Five fingered pain inflictors my weapon of choice.

My platoon advance

taking reed defences by storm.

A new day, a new battle

yet the same conflict.

Old stains tell new stories.

We committed acts against trees,

left our parents for hours

only to return home

when hungry and

in need of a bath.

All this in the name of playtime.

Views from a queue

In Briton we love to queue

It starts when you’re in a

hurry

When life’s a race.

In a sudden moment

people everywhere

The whole world is Busy.

A flurry of men, women and brats

I want that and that and that!

Who will be first

To form the orderly queue?

You question the items in your basket

Did I really need the super size value pack?

Nevertheless, it goes on your plastic.

Deal of the day

Buy one get one free

pull you in

After all,

that’s how the shop got you in

to form an orderly queue.

Pages from a tube

Moving along

at a different pace.

Hustle bustle

generating the

noise of life.

I pod jewellery

adorn heads.

Phone calls

float

on invisible waves.

Past my ears

a thousand voices.

Polyphonic ring tones

deafen the noise.

The banks work force

Suited and booted.

The students of life

finding their way

all

locked in their own worlds.

People on the move

reading of stars and wanna-be’s.

Others flipping pages,

escaping to far flung

places.

Reading snippets over shoulders

Never finding the end

Wondering what

happens next.

Pen to paper

Random thoughts scream

through my head

at a speed I cannot read.

Words, images

things not always there.

Stark white page,

dormant ink.

Blocked words,

scribbles not conforming

to the thoughts

in my head.

Ideas go as quickly as they come.

Which is right, which is wrong?

Re-write after edit.

The torment is never over.

It occupies my mind

day and night

The thoughts through my head

Take away

Grill the food

fast.

Swallow the food

fast.

Serve the drink

fast.

Gulp the drink

fast.

Make the dessert

fast.

Devour the dessert

fast.

Live life

fast.

Die

The end.

FAT

To ban the ads

is only a fad.

It’s not the ads that

made me fat

It’s the fat that

made me fat.

The ad

contains no fat

so why ban the ad?

Will it stop me

being fat?

No

It’s the fat that

made me fat.

If only

It were true

that watching an ad made me fat.

For if it were so

I’d pull the plug

from the tube

and the fat would go.

But alas

It’s not

the ad

or the tube

It’s the fat

That made me fat