Jul19

Modern Life is Rubbish V. Modern life is rubbish, Like a field of clay Ploughed with your fingers, Clogging up your nails, Sullying your shirt sleeves, Your knees caked in clinging clods of dirt. Wipe your hands on your rear. Move the muck around, Smear it down your cleanest, Most ironic t-shirt. Wave away the…

Jul19

Holding the universe in his handsHe could fold it into nothingness.He could make a paper aeroplane from itAnd cast it to the future.Watch it float on shaking air,Buffeted by currents and eddies.Pushed up in the stratosphereBy columns of thermal fall out.But all too soon descent begins,With accompanying screaming,And it hits its terminus and unspringsEverything back…