Sunday 19th January

TREE HOUSE:

I’m walking round the block to get some air,
Dog walkers leave messages in little Blue plastic bags,
Discreetly secreted at the base of trees,
Hanging from lamp posts,
In the neighbourhood of security cameras,
Boutique coffees,
Tiny shots of juice,
Homes behind fences,
Dappled shade,
This must be Paradise,
It is safe?

(K)

Monday 13th January

THE CARPET WEAVER:

Today the world is slipping around,
It’s going for a late check-out,
But I’m ready to leave now,
Knives and forks and spoons are shiny,
But I’m not buying it,
All this sweet stuff,
Smiling,
Are you still sleeping?
Are you rolling on your wheels?
Will your arrive in a good mood?
Or the other thing?
Here you come,
Breathing ones and zeros,
Looking amazing,
But you wont let me tell you,
Because you don’t believe it

(K)