Life

Ephemeral,

my fingertips slip from yours.

Alone in the end.

Ultimate irony,

racists have the blackest hearts.

The blind cannot see.

I Can Only Assume Tearing Other People Down Makes Them Feel Better About Their Lives

Racists wearing their badge of

ignorance with pride, you can almost see

the stupidity in their eyes, when they repeat

the clichés passed down from one generation

to the next, like they actually mean something,

I can only guess, making them feel superior,

for the only moment in their lives that they do.

Spider

There’s a spider who lives in my toilet,

behind the toilet brush in the corner,

far enough away from the handle

for me not to grab him. I look at him

when I have a pee. He looks at me

from his web up the side of the door frame.

We live in peace together, he’s got his

life, I’ve got mine. He’s lovely, shiny brown,

I’d miss him if he was not around.

I Don’t Understand Conservatives

Left wing

Angel wing

Right wing

Chicken wing

This wing

My wing

That wing

Ring a ding

Let’s all sing

Clap your symbols

Ching Ching

Kumbaya, la la,

As the right wing

Tears itself apart

Over the latest thing

‘cause we can’t have that

As it’s a sin,

If we change things

Where do we begin.

It is too dangerous

A thing,

A slippery slope

Down which we’ll all could slip

Zing.

Twelve Steps

I go for a walk, early.

It is a sunny, crisp, morning.

I can see him coming from across the road,

the wide eyes of the deluded

are easy to recognise.

Then on queue, twitchin’

talkin’ at me, rat-a-tat

“I saw you in church brother.”

“No, you didn’t,” I say.

“I saw you in church, brother.”

“No, you didn’t,” I say.

“Do you pray in church, brother?”

“No, I don’t,” I say.

“Do you pray in church, brother?”

“No, I don’t,” I say.

“Don’t you go to church, brother?”

“No, I don’t,” I say.

“You don’t go to church, brother?”

“No, I don’t,” I say.

“Do you believe in Jesus, brother.”

“No, I don’t,” I say.

“Do you want Jesus in your life, brother?”

“No, I don’t,” I say.

“Do you believe in God, brother?”

“No, I don’t,” I say.

“Do you believe in God, brother?”

“No, I don’t,” I say.

“You don’t believe in God, brother?”

“No,” I say.

“I’ll pray for you, brother.”

“Don’t waste your time,” I say.

“I’ll pray for you, brother.”

“Please don’t,” I say.

“You don’t want me to pray for you?”

“No, I don’t,” I say.

“You don’t want me to pray for you?”

“No,” I say.

“I’ll pray for you, brother.”

“Please don’t.”

“I’ll pray for you, brother?”

“It means nothing to me,” I say.

“I’ll pray for you, brother.”

“Suit yourself,” I say.

There, I say it

He gets what he wants

And is gone.