Film Set Extras/The New Normal
The streets are empty when a blink ago were full.
The buses running with no passengers are just the ticket for wasting fuel.
The beggars have nobody to beg to
or have a two-metre vaudevillian wooden arm out if they do.
The local drunk shouts out to walled-in deaf ears
You’ll die of the virus! I’ll die of alcoholism! as he holds his bottle of beer.
Supermarkets are still open to shoppers in their cellophane masks
who weigh themselves on the scales and stick the prices on their arse.
Dogs are a new leash of life to get out the house for a stroll
as owners, tongues hanging out, jump with excitement as police patrol.
You can’t go out unless absolutely necessary or you might be in the doghouse
as helicopters above make sure anyone below looks like a mouse.
Statistics is the new board game and quiz show everyone’s glued to on their sets
As hospitals have stress shooting off the graphs in their attempts to offset
the sad, inevitable truth that people, cut off from their loved ones, are dying
and funerals can’t even be had for any god’s want of trying.
Vic & Tim (The Collage’s Meaning)
The dog is Vic
& Tim is the twit
cheering the flying archers on
as they aim upon the poor dog (like a King Kong).
So, how did Vic get there
On top of Nelson’s Column in Trafalgar Square?
Well, since a pup, on the uptake he’d always been very quick
The World’s First Climbing Dog was our Vic!
So, that day, he’d climbed up that sea-faring hero
Causing a scare in the square don’t you know.
Out went the call to dog control
Who, with tales of a giant dog, brought arrow and bow.
But seconds after this collage was stuck
The flying archers made a dive and a duck.
For hardly could they believe their luck
That there in the square was The World’s First Climbing Dog! WTF!
As reinforcements arrived
And, to Tim’s great surprise,
The archers turned their aim fairly and squarely on him.
So, no more gratuitous cheering came from that Tim.
Soon Vic climbed down to a hero’s reception
And was patted by all, with one obvious exception,
Tim, who by now, was lying quite dead
As onto his flag his British blood bled.
Later, the report on the incident stated
‘Though disturbing the peace, the dog in question was feted
And the archers were well within the law
To aim at the man, who was clearly baying for blood. That’s all.’
The British public agreed with the verdict
And voiced their support for Vic.
‘Britain is a nation of animal lovers‘ added the PM.
‘No one has the right to hold the Union Jack like that. Tim’s actions, I fully condemn.’
So, what’s the moral of this collage and story?
Never treat animals badly. And never cheer at someone’s predicament or it might get gory.
*No animals (not even the one next to Tim) were hurt in the making of this collage
The Blacksmith’s Tale
Forged thoughts burn
As a headful of nails.
My resentments turn
To a mind of anvils.
War is no enemy to me.
I wage it on wagons and artillery.
Jack-of-all-metal-trades, as wheelwright and farrier,
I get extra as a horse-shoer.
One of the seven mechanical arts,
I form a chain with weavers, and agriculture,
Hunters, traders and cooks,
Masons, and architecture.
My body is a wrought iron skeleton
Of gates, railings and grilles.
It is struck into shape and welded as one
But bends to my maker’s will.
The Stalker’s Tale
I’ve got my ‘top secret ‘boxes back at HQ
as I pin a cardboard medal on me and one on newspaper you.
They can talk about heroes and heroines
but you’re mine and I might get a look in.
Love is all around and is pretty square
But no-one thinks it is when it’s not there.
Operation ‘Mum’s the word‘ is ready to go.
Just give me the word and they’ll never know.
Round the Square
The virtual heavens have social media angels at the door.
Rain bullets are pelting the planet.
Shelters get drenched in a downpour.
Two people are in a long-distance online duet.
The marble slabs are glistening in the moonlight.
The soaked sky collapses in the middle of the night.
Earth runs muddy in the fields under the weight
Of a wet avalanche downhill trees create.
Tonight, it’s pouring cats and dogs.
Tonight, there’s no knowing how long it will last.
Tonight, rust is already setting in between the cogs.
Tonight, the world’s machine is already a thing of the past.
Have you got a second to take a minute?
Think about every glimpse your eye isn’t quick enough to catch?
Your gigabyte bones and your wi-fi body at the computer sit.
This is rubbish. This is great. Every byte does its bit.
Home to Roost
Setting a precedent
the assassinated president
comes back home to roost
because right now the world needs a boost.