Life on Mars?
Let’s go to the place
We haven’t sucked dry
Yet
Ant-like colonies of
Despicable
Humans
Let’s leave our mess behind
And start afresh
Who cares anyway
She isn’t enough
She isn’t enough
Happiness is
Cheap plastic trinkets
Delivered to your door
Discarded in
Crystal clear coral sea
Happiness is
A perfect filtered
Selfie
For others to see
Taken on a ubiquitous phone
Let’s go to the place
Where we might
No longer feel
Hollow inside
Let’s leave our mess behind
And start afresh
She isn’t enough
She isn’t enough
She wasn’t
Enough
Modern love
There’s something budding
Online
Smiles, laughter
Round faces
Horizontal tears
Of pixelated
Joy
There’s messages
Glowing pale
In the small hours
Winks, hearts, pictures
Sweaty restlessness
From unembodied
Desire
And that
Modern
Love declared
One Friday night
She’s grocery shopping
And she smiles
Silly
Clutching
Her TV dinner
For one.
Velvet Goldmine
You didn’t lose it
Really
It’s not like it got
Misplaced
You gave it away
Gladly
It was long overdue
You abandoned it
On a single bed’s sheet
And never
Looked back.
Heroes – with John Bowie
when hurt-filled torrents drove hard,
even you failed to see why I’d swim against them
captive of burning-hurt
absent touches
no one knew but us
but, it was there, behind a child’s eyes and in
each laden step as more life opened the void
heavy little soul, God bless, never carried
eventually…validated
respite found in another bottle, disposed seductions
over and over – resurfaced being
every man, woman and child deserve to
sail bitter currents. dream. be a hero.
if,
just for one day
winding time and
erasing the pain and the grit of your
controlling smile, perfect teeth hiding
an agony of deceit, a desperation of
neglect and abandonment
burning-hurt braved
ended torment, soothed by the embrace of warm
arms – blood pumping rushing
to the heart of my heart just for one day.
tired eyes watching the imaginary movie of
happiness
ending in the
mess of unravelled, mangled, torn tape
for ever and ever.
Alien Buddha Press 