There is no respite

There is no respite

From the flood

Of information

Entering channels

Left open to the elements

Widely set yardsticks

Barely threaten to stem

The flow

As meagre defences

Are overwhelmed

By a constant barrage

Of white noise

Bleeding through every

Blessed colour

Known to humankind

Washing through

The brainstem

Emulsifying

Old back pages

Rinsing out

The dross

Leaving nothing

But the sound of despond

The silence of destruction

After a deluge

Broken is the promise

Of invulnerability

Made on a mother’s knee

Even simple words

Can hurt

When they spit out

Of a machine gun

There is no headspace

In a tumble-dryer

Hang me out

There might be peace of mind

In an air dry

Quietly left

Out in the rain

To have a proper dressing down

Old school

There is nothing like

An old fool

Expecting the world

To stand still

While he steps off

Too much is known

About nothing

Worth remembering

Streaming

Makeover blog posts

The new

Navel-gazing

Is it any wonder

Nothing makes any sense

When the only way out

Is to pull the plug

And watch

As it all drains away.