I ache… for cake! [o]
Ah yes, the great outdoors
Beckoning softly as my mind unravels,
Like a toilet roll bouncing
Down a gentle-sloping, grassy hill…
And the neighbours may have noticed,
If they look through my window…
Assuming its a window,
And not a taped-up photo of a rare sunny day
Of what life might be like if the sun was outside my window,
As seen through my window…
Or maybe my life is the window
And I’m looking through the world,
Wondering why the little pigeon is sat on the sill…
What a silly pigeon,
Sitting on a window sill,
Do you feel my pane… [o]
Imagine, if you will…
An icy desert, a thought wasteland.
All around, snow and more snow.
Endless potential and certain death.
Not a penguin for miles.
No one to ‘Arctic-ulate’ the pain you feel.
Obstacles are here
Like polar bears and frostbite –
Best not to think too hard.
Distractions are like warm fires –
Rather nice but they melt the ice
And leave you with nothing to stand on.
Creative blocks, on the other hand,
Like blocks of snow
Can save your life…
If used to build an igloo [o]
The breakaway island of Europe
The rogue nation that seeks to sail west towards the Americas
Whose inhabitants know not the sun, and barbeque defiantly in the rain
The land where, we’re and were are oft mixed up, as though the same
The Great Britain [o]
Given my track record
It is safe to say
That I shall be hungry
Next week [o]
I’m not worried about the spiders.
It’s the spider-eating, shark-riding, snake-charming, kangaroo-fighting crocodiles…
…that keep me up at night [o]
Technically, it was…
A pair of misbehaving new socks…
A new pair of misbehaving socks…
A misbehaving pair of new socks…
A new misbehaving pair of socks…
Anyway, the socks sucked!
So I shall make a fresh attempt this evening
With fresh socks [o]
Not up to much today.
At least, that is the plan.
I’m still not exactly sure
Where you live.
So I can route my run
Down your street
And you can fling open the window
And scream –
“Run Forest, Run!!!” [o]