Look upon it

Look upon it

As a world of difference

Seal it off

Behind toughened glass

Watch from the edge

Of a Gin and tonic

Trees wave as the wind blows

Are they drowning

It has a clinical smell,

Indifference.

It is better to be intoxicated

With life

Than to fall out of love

With its mystery

Slide the doors

Step outside

Run with the pack

Find a winner

It was always so easy

From behind a window

To ignore the change

In the Earth’s rotation

More than a seasonal

Adjustment

It is Newton’s third law

The snot nosed

Poor kids have come of age

Bare feet

Running over mudflats

Would never reach

Worlds end

Without grown up shoes

Nor would they care

Tie a knot

In your hankie

It will be harder to forget

How big everything looks

From the otherside

Tip a wink

To the waiter

He knows who butters his bread

You own the sweet spot

There is no room

For his piss in your pot

On second thoughts

Leave the bottle

And a glass

If you can just stay upright

Long enough

Surely

Even these stygian days

Will pass