Battery

A siren wails
And you're bunker bound
Someone's missing
You're looking round
Where...
A siren wails
You're on a boat
Are you sinking?
Are you holding a stoat?
It's...
A siren wails
Or are they singing to you
You're swimming over
Sense of deja vous
That...
A siren wails
The shaft is filling
Gasping for air
But the dentist's still drilling
Your...
A siren wails
The house is on fire
The room is filling
With a male voice choir
From...
A siren wails
Wake in the bed you're lying
A false alarm
The battery's dying

Really?

Did he really mean to say that?
The idea is absurd
That a Birmingham Muslim takeover
Really had occurred
Where did he get his information?
He's been made to look a fool
And worse he's one who advises
The people there to rule

Did he really mean to say that?
It's so nonsensical
The idea of all that snooping
Sounds very tyrannical
Terrorists will always find
Some way with which to discuss
So it risks erasing expressive freedom
For the rest of us

Did he really mean to say that?
What a comparison to unfurl
A tragedy with many dead
To a man who raped a girl
They don't even bear relation
They are completely different sets
Blameless victims and an unrepentant
Who deserves all that he gets

http://www.theguardian.com/media/2015/jan/11/fox-news-steven-emerson-birmingham-muslims
http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2015/jan/13/cameron-ban-encryption-digital-britain-online-shopping-banking-messaging-terror
http://www.theguardian.com/football/2015/jan/08/gordon-taylor-ched-evans-hillsborough-pfa

Computer

You wait and stare
Wonder what you're doing
There
Is no sign
Of movement
Even malign
Which would be something
To give you hope
Some glimmer
To help you cope
With the fact that
You have work to do
But your computer won't
Respond to you

Fox

How came you there Mr Fox
Spirit passed without the den
Life ebbed away by time's tick tocks
Snatched at night like a clucking hen

Death has drawn it's razor teeth
Bitten down and turned the locks
Placed upon you it's red sacred wreath
How came you there Mr Fox

Fantasies

I hear the wind whinnying like a herd of wild horses in the sky
Dragon wingbeats gust as they surf the clouds
Roaring a gale to the horizon

I see firs and spruces nodding their tips like drunken ravers
Whilst lines of leafless trees sway their limbs
Like a crowd of Glastonbury revellers

Half detached signs are flapping
Like birds with broken wings
And hats become targets for breezy snipers

People are blown backwards
As if struggling through a heaving crowd of negative thoughts
Until crosswinds propel them sideways
Kicked by a sadist PE teacher

And the smell is of sand and seashores
Forests and pinecones
Transporting me to fantasies of faraway places

Incomprehensible

Of course it must be condemned
An act of brutality
Which is a mystery
To most of us

But perhaps this is the issue
This lack of understanding
Cultures a puzzle to one another
Become threatening

So we threaten in return
And as the threats escalate
There is no turning back
Pride is at stake
With a tragic consequence

The world collapses for us all
If we cannot learn to talk
And attempt to comprehend
Each other

Lift

Do I regret, or wonder, the gift
Some people have to ignore
All that is around them.

In a lift
On the train
At the shops.

Are their heads jam packed
Or empty
Is their brain
In overload or spaced out.

One day they might get whacked
If they get in the way
Barge past
Tread on toes.

Not by me
But by one who knows
A martial art.