SIMULANTS

 

They say we live in a simulated reality

can it be?

are we all but ones and zeros in some space hero's home?

where we roam

where all of our life has been just algorithms

schisms of code in a galaxy far far away

don't you feel like we're glitching

just hitching a ride?

let's make it to the next level

where we fight the devil

or blow up something

or meet the princess

or blow up something

failing that 

if all hope is lost

if we're out of lives

with failing health

just turn us off

and on again

we can start over

we space rovers

LIGHT

If light be rationed

And doled out by the book

I'd join the longest queue

Just so I could see your look

I'd hoard all my hours 

So I could see your smile

Without you I'm in darkness

So I'd definitely stockpile

Rising early every morn'

To bring you sunrise

And the dawn

LEFT IN THE WAKE

 Lucia Joyce is buried in our cemetery. Troubled daughter of James. A beauty in her day, a talented dancer, one-time girlfriend of Samuel Beckett. Mates wife treated her in local mental health hospital where she spent her later years.

"My daddy writes stories", she once told her.

POWER CUT

 Alarm?

Erm

Flashing clock

Why?

Power Cut

When?

PANIC!

Kid 1

Kid 2

Kid 3

Get up

Get up 

Get up 

Dog

Get down

No walk 

Not yet

Toast

Toast

Toast

Toilet flushing

Teeth a'brushing

Socks?

Pants?

Hurry 

Hurry

Hurry

Bag 1

Bag 2 

Bag 3

Go

Go

Go

Love 

Door slam

Door slam

Door slam

You

RULES IS RULES

 Tuesday. The better-looking twin of Monday.  The gauze of early morning is being tugged at by elfin birdsong. The angry scooter down the road pipes up as if someone's tossed screams into a choir. It's chased away by the silence 6am demands in our street. 

Rules is rules.

STARLIGHT

We're made of stardust and slight regret
forged within explosive acts
Atoms scattered 'cross whole milky ways
billions of years ago

Yet more than the stars
Much more than the matter
We are the moment
We are the now

We are dust again too soon

This is our firmament

HEAD SCRATCHER

It's true that we can look up into the night sky and see starlight from millions of years ago, only now reaching us from the long, cold journey through space and time. It's also true that a lot of these stars may have already ended their existence, blowing apart in massive supernova events, scattering their stardust over the galaxies. We are made from stardust. The very atoms that are our basic building blocks were forged in such events. It is therefore safe to assume that when we turn our heads to the heavens, look upon images of long-dead stars still shining brightly in the sky, we could simultaneously be looking at parts of ourselves that are now down here on Earth looking starward. It's quite the head-scratcher.

B/W LOVE

 

There is a memory

of colour at this time

of day

A kitchen sink realism 

of a Saturday night and

Sunday morning

My room at the top

is an L shaped room

This is my street

My family way

I have a place to go

A kind of loving

The homeliness of 

the long distance poet.

INFINITE VISION

See the universe in your eyes
Infinite pools of reflection
Gaze to the heavens
Gaze to the skies
There you will find the connection.

SHORE LEAVE

We walk along the tidal ties of time
Leaving rippled footprints in our wake
It's not for us the swelling surf to climb
On peaceful shores our memories we make.