All good.
All good.
Presidential rhetoric.
There is nothing
In the words
But an excuse
Some offer an apology
Written as an afterthought
On the back of a broken promise
Folded into a pocket square
Placed in full view
Waiting to be tugged
An old joke
With a visual punch-line
When a hoary knee
Is raised
Up and down
Not in protest
Unless the ligament snaps,
In retrospect
A few choice words
Might then be unleashed
On an unsuspecting world
Too much is made
Of persistence
The chatter never stops
When nothing is said
Or understood
As something different
Unless couched
In familiar language
Even a price list
Has its moments
The banal repetition
Of the cost
Without consideration
Of its value
Prosaic is a good word
Packed full
Of threadbare stereotypes
And a run-of-the-mill
Backstory
Where have I heard
That one before?
Pass the peas
Mister President
The 12th of September
It would be a lovely view
If not for the wall
There would be mountains
Enough to climb
Birds of prey
Circling the grassland
Fallow lies the field
Closest to the sea
Where white horses play
Children frolic
In a playground
Purpose built
To satisfy demand
With an eye on
Health and safety
As approved by committee
To keep kids out
Of the Mangrove
Some things are
Never seen again
Listen to the crabs
Clicking their claws
More than a match
For a puppy dogs paws
A walker wears Ray Bans
On the top of his head
Left his hat on the bed
And can feel the heat
Of the sun
Still on the rise
A look of surprise
On his face
When his feet
Sink up over his ankles
It rankles
When he should have
Seen it coming
Which he would
If not for the wall
It would be a good view
For the imagination
A movie screen
With realistic animation
Captivating images
Of summer vacations
Aegean seas
Bougainvillea
Memories
So many colours
Indigo to India
Brighter than light
Wall to wall blue
Sailing over the edge
Of the house next door
With the blinds drawn
Into the world beyond
Where she is waiting
On the other side
Beyond the wall
It is a wonderful view.