I never know where to start

I never know where to start

Beginnings are different

Depending on mood

Ambience is more than atmosphere

Circumstance is cold comfort

Hanging onto coat sleeves

Developing character

From exposure

To unpredictability

Sheltering in the background

Depending on conditions

Waving a white flag

Of surrender before the air

Is sucked out of a room

Context is everything

Tossed over a clothesline

Flapped in the wind

Smoked like a kipper

Stood out in the rain

Pounded by hailstones

Finding it glorious

Been laid low

By fever

Which was more than man flu

Developed a conscience

More meaningful

Than a third eye

And rarely caught the drift

If I only had a brain

I might be dangerous

An aura of suspicion

Slowly kills the tenor

Of any complex notation

However, you communicate

Sadness

Words tell less than half a story

How do lonely people

Self generate

From the ground, up

When nothing grows unconditionally

Tend to your own needs

Before bedtime

Has the ring of a Christmas card motto

Slates are never written on

Or wiped clean

Whiteboards are tokenism

Life is a comedy

Without a punchline

It would be too easy to blame

Everything on error

It is less divine than god’s will he

Or won’t he

Smite down the tele-evangelists

Taking money from the needy

To build a bunker

Whilst praying the gospel

Of the apocalypse

But the devil always did

Have the best tunes

And he blows a mean horn

Have sympathy

Once he starts

He has never been shown

How to stop