Or The Other Way Instead…

 

This post was inspired incidentally and coincidentally while I was looking at the blogs that I follow (my Reader) and came across this post

http://olorielmoonshadow.files.wordpress.com/2014/02/railroad-to-babylon.jpg

I was listening to an interview with Mick Box (Uriah Heep) having been to see a Heep show a week or so ago and these words just dropped through my fingers onto the screen.

I give due credit to Oloriel and gently suggest that glancing at other blogs is either the way to madness, inspiration -or both.

This building is a railyard:

South-bound, the other way instead –

Or this journey is a building –

“Third floor: nails, kettles and tickets ..”

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Not For The First Time

Between sharp-sting showers

We all stare intently into

The February-end fire heart

Hoping to glimpse a little of the sun.

In that Damascus road

Moment of realisation

Brief

No happy-go-lucky, good-luck signs,

No open, friendly honest-smile faces;

Just treachery-assassins with double-cross lines

Thrive and scheme in the morning-lie races.

Once …

… the world was me;

Me and adventure’s drummers.

And when the status quo skies

Screamed or cried or bled

I simply smiled,

Message.

In powerful-weak sunlight

Big-Crow totem tree grows

Down from cloud-lung alveoli,

Performs the  fine opposite of division

Evolution?

Great wanna-be silverback ape

tells me my ancestors must

Have been crocodile gods:

I pay no attention to

His chinless chatter-noises,

I will not argue with a fool.

Only The Innocent

Tomorrow’s dawn should find me

On the Yellow Card Road:

Framed, guiltless but shamed

Between the rising, rain-filtered sun

And what I already knew.