Thursday 6th September

THE ARRIVAL OF A NEW BOX OF WHITE:

People step out from between parked cars as I drive into town,
Snipers lie in wait,
Mothers hold the hands of tiny children,
With perfect replica faces,
Trusting everything will be ok,
Pull them between parked metal,
And rubber,
Smell the fossil fuel,
Do as I say,
Not as I do,
Learn to bend the rules

(K)

Tuesday 4th September

WAITING:

I wrote this again,
Better than the first time,
On the opposite page,
Not a mirror,
But exactly the same,
I photographed it,
And posted it to you,
Do you like it?
Let me know,
I’m watching,
Counting,
People through the window,
Looking for home,
Picturing a dream,
Wired up to the mains

(K)

Sunday 2nd September

A STONE FOUND BY THE BOY IN THE BLACK SHOES:

The human race,
Is a good place,
To wash your face,
No disgrace,

I’m chanting this out loud,
Deflecting questions,
Giving the impression,
Of a cheerful man,
In a manor,
That appears to be,
What’s expected of me,
First thing in the morning,
Before I know my name,

It’s a Sunday,
To avoid starting arguments,
I don’t want to bring you down,
And I know I do,
By being me,
Because I’m not like other blokes,
Weird boy,
Happy on the inside

(K)

Saturday 1st September

THE MANGLER:

A crossed legged foot taps the air,
Underneath the table,
Right foot,
Right brand,
Right trainer,
Cutting shadows cast by a rising sun,

The return of the prodigal son,
It sounds the same,
But it’s not,
The spelling is where the trouble starts,
The rules & regulations,
I rebel,
Driven to the art of it,
Searching for the heart of it

(K)