Appropriated

Toweling droplets 

he noticed a piece of it

shining through the pane

at rest on his thigh.

They accused Newton of unweaving it

cutting the plume down to a cold prism.

He only documented revelations of a keen eye

marvelling sublime poetry 

within hard laws.

A street preacher blissfully receives the sign

on a mongral day: rainfall mixed with golden rays

The mere presence of it 

adds timber to his fiendish desire

to be counted amongst the winners

when the world shall burn.

It is a reminder of God's wrath 

and grace, 

he automates

mouthing a thankful prayer.

Young lovers of the same sex.

They see it as their coat of arms

adorning a flag to hold tight.

They brave scouling faces.

The faithful crowd

they're blood boils

to see it reframed. 

Rat's rest

Another tasteless day

spent grinding.

Tenderised flesh 

clung on creaky bones 

wants nothing more 

than to plonk 

down, wedged in the best corner 

bearing his contours.

How many years will be spent in this position

imperceptibly withering

at home in he's web

fat congeales 'round his thoughts. 

A sustained stare off ensues

Where attention goes 

so too 

energy flows, 

he and the idiot box 

suck life out eachother.

As he switched on

settled in

he knew

It would either be

mirror mirror reality 

sliced 

diced

Kitchen theatre,

Talent show business,

or all three,

combined.

The celeb, sucks aways, soaked in conceit 

desperately holding his roll up, 

he witters on 

Well aware he is the spectacle

but oblivious

the weight of his words

would not trouble an ant.

The Adorables

The Great Debater

The uninvited, knock.

With bright eyes and a sheep's smile

father invites them in

concealing his glee

he leads them to the battle ground.

Mum wears a frown

how she dreads these contests.

Father fancies himself an authority 

familier with the world's religions

and all their flaws.

He relishes this opportunity

to wax theological,

flex intellect; test his metal.

Ever ready to pick apart the good book - rock certain

Jesus Is his prophet

not theirs.

*ding*

The living room patter is cordial;

light jabs, 

all the while he sniffs for an opening

the cursory dance is soon followed

by deeper intent -

he fires a loaded question

exposing a weak link in their battalion.

The joust, as always, takes a turn.

Dad's subdued voice

now booms free of constraint.

 

"You are a congenital idiot!"

Truth springs from arguments amongst friends.

but coversation between calcified minds yields no crop. 

My wife wears a frown.

I tell her

this is why we pick things apart..

It's in our blood.

Sayings

When that thing comes alive,

       I find my pen 

gripped by the scruff of the neck;

       tweaze thorns long troublesome.  

Brush layered dirt off my chest - connect dots in the mess.

       Between cut outs of the godless
and flocks of the believers,
       the world of space is rich
for dreamers to wander.

       Contentment is a grace

of abundant little treasures.
       Life's paradox: be grateful; strive for better.

The shadow deep within - outcast - labelled as sin.

       A mine of gems inside

to feed and fuel my vibe.

Know thy self

Long as my memory

battles with gluttony

A fatty's appetite from the first day of nursery.

He followed me to primary
school I was insatiable
I'd sit waiting for seconds,
thirds,
alone at the table.

God as my witness

eating like nobodies business

rare my plate not heaped,
light work for the beast.

A ready grin with bright teeth,
gut instinct said yes please

the way to my heart

Cake my closest enemy

Scrambled eggs when I rise

to fuel a steady drive.

O sweet coffee jet propels

the price is crash, burn.

One thing I've learnt:
food pulls strings.

living for grub, there's never enough

better to eat to live.

The little monster

She has only 2 teeth - conspicuous tic tacs - glistening 

at the bottom.

Mostly gum when she grins.

She works diligently with her tools, driven by a gut that seems insatiable.

Nibbling, nibble, nibble...

through rusks, rice cakes, cracker bread, buttered toast and flapjacks - without an ounce of care. 

Not an inch of space is spared 

her ubiquitous trail of assorted grub.

Mind the mess; bits and pieces - crumbs in the leather sofa's creases.

A touch of crust, amongst fluff...

as if the old block wasn't messy enough.

He, too, loves his food. In awe of her ways; swears she offered him her snack; put a rusk to his mouth, he graciously inclined, 

took a bite in delight.