Somewhere, truth lies.
A menu to stew.
Washing linen hung out to dry.
Counting on dawn
make (insert country here) grate again
follow the money
follow dictators and despots? swallow leeches and crackpots? shrug shoulders, turn the page? shut our eyes, lock the cage? purse our lips, as if to say something real, then let it stay unsaid-unread-unfelt-uncared- unheard: thus remain unhurt: fuss is fain answered: just with pain, my word.
We fixate over fixtures, Curtains and trimmings, We measure lighting Too bright, though brimming. Lying on rugs: gazing At the sofa - genuine faux leather Hiding behind aircon double glazing Sweating, no matter the weather. Does it matter whether We own bubbles in the sky? Till we find a home We are all just renting,… Continue reading 99 red ballons go by
And so that saga continues.