26 October 2008

23 mins (poem)

Yes it is
23 mins
From the time you get in to the train
Till we depart
And go on our own way
2 mins to call
And to find the right carriage
3 mins to talk about how our days were
Then 5 mins of silence
When I think of what to say
And when I allow you time to think
What to say
10 mins when you say how much you miss me
And your voice breaks
with tears, eyes swell
3 minutes for me to tell you , one day
It will be, the day
When I take you away
Until then we stay
This way
23 mins exactly


Past is where
we were
Past is where
we are going to

05 October 2008


Apparently there is a greater probability of you getting hit by a car while you cross the road to buy a lottery ticket.......than for you to win a lottery.

Reality TV (a poem)

Real people , they tell us
will eat cockroaches and worms , on the go
can survive for 28 days
on wild yam and soiled rain
and one shower
on Tuesdays

Real people , as it seems
will confess to many things
Spill out many fantasies
Abash themselves
for a five digit promise
to oohs and aahs of others
(while his lady tears)

Real people can
walk a tight rope if they are induced
in their pin stripe business suits
fall short
but it might be sanctioned
unless, otherwise Simon says

Them, real people
I tell you
are not like you and me