APRIL

April

It was the last day of March when they came to fish,
Their loose tiles made their way down, thundering my head.
A track full of twists, a merry dance through harum-scarum.
Even the far-sighted had not the hindsight,
They blink and blink again, splicing out pictures,
There roles are well defined, but never activated.
Caught in the tunnels with bricked up eyes.
The auto-pilots tread on worms. Ticket punching peoples lives.

The office delusion, click click and monitored away.
Everything worthless that doesn't make cash,
The BBC talks of love whilst itemizing a nation....
Tearing peanuts out of a tree.
A chorus of parrots and a long walk home,
Tracking the paths that I once knew.

I lost myself while out looking one day.
I couldn't find myself in the TV lines,
I couldn't see myself in the newspaper files,
The broadcaster on the radio gave no clue,
I didn't recognize myself anywhere !

I'm without a portfolio an undefined man,
A miscellaneous image and my clothes don't fit,
I'm out in the cold and getting hot
You see I found myself in a nowhere place,
Cast as an object and defined as a ghost,
I disappeared into the myself.