For The Weekend

Ballade for Bluette

running round at frantic pace
young unthinking energetic
the world is you, hare in the race
partying good times frenetic
burning the candle pathetic
believing all sweet little lies
from dream boat blokes idiotic
and time flies by and time flies by


hair styles,obsession with one's face
painted rouged frizzed like a sputnik
looked like something from outer space
dressed to kill,ha,what a nudnik
frivolous vain awfully thick
believing,trying to form ties
to gorgeous bad guys despotic
and time flies by and time flies by

she was a desperate sad case
sought refuge in sex and hit drink
did drugs,hung on by a shoe lace
she was certainly no one's pick
a magnet for every smart prick
despair suffering such sad sighs
awaiting the next bag of tricks
and time flies by and time flies by

she wants to give her life the flick
she needs to steer clear of the highs
so she marries a country hick
and time flies by and tme flies by

Pussy Cat

3WW...control flesh razor

the surprise
out of control
electric shock horror
razor cuts to my nerve ends
at the sight of mounds
of gargantuan flesh
winking at me
deflected my thoughts
of food
for a fraction of a second

Morning Of The Earth

i went back looking
for the morning of the earth
it's not there any more

it's not there anymore
the magic of the morning
that i found once

that i had found once
in a more innocent time
without the tourism

without the tourism
without the high density
without the bombings

why did i come back
when i knew this was the case
i wanted the dream

i wanted this life
i will search keep on looking
for my shangri la

they will all tell me
it lies within but i know
it's out there somewhere

Lessons

there were so many
to learn from and watch out for
it was important

she was not allowed
to make a mistake for she
knew she would pay dear

this was the lesson
so she tip toed over cracks
while holding her breath

sign crossing herself
wearing scapula medals
just can't be too sure

her mistakes were few
but she still breathed in gulps
anxiety plus

time flew by,she grew
old,she had slipped up,she had
forgotten to live

For The Weekend

Hats and Haiku

play it again sam
i'm obsessed with that darn tune
ingrid is so hot

it's the hat you know
they get to me every time
yes haiku n hats

huh a hill of beans
let this be the start of a
beautiful friendship

Connection

3WW...detach jolt surge

out of the blue
a reality jolt hits

a lightning surge
of divine intervention

karma.. call
it what you like

she is destined
to be detached

unattached
a disconnect

a solitary
frayed faded tea towel

held by a single peg
on a rusty clothesline

the fly on the wall
outside looking in

she must resign herself
accept without struggle

she will never
find that connection

well perhaps
only with a hamster