We're all on a road to somewhere.
Mr. Fire-ring Philanthropy
of the Wall Street Diddle
and magnate
of all things plastic
that float upon the sea
to whom do you compare?
31 million light years away
the Whirlpool Galaxy!
Somewhere way past
the Milky Way’s middle
and the black hole
for star dust to recycle
Bursting out
from the Hotel Eden
a thunderous explosion.
The trembling earth
cracked wide open
as from the firery breath
of a vengeful dragon.
Smoke swirling around
angry flames of hot venom.
Shattered glass descending
like vicious rain
over everything broken.
The dead and the dying
a shrine to destruction.
Upon the bloodied lips
of dazed confusion
a burning question …
“How could a loving God
allow this to happen?”
Looking for hidden treasure
in the doing of serious leisure
at the most exotic Coco Mojo bar
As that coral sea
just keeps glistening
in the tropical sun
I’m ordering yet another
mango mojito
whilst listening to Mojo JuJu
singing that native tongue
Trick or Treaters
Big Schemers and Tweeter
no need for greed
in the Angelic Garden
of infinite abundance
where the mushrooms
and toadstools
are always in season
The Candy Man cometh
with more than plenty
of that supernaturally
flavoured darkness
from a realm beyond
all rhyme & reason
Upon a red carpet of vanity
this slipstream of existence
glimpsed but momentarily
through the blur of humanity
with a cry to the sky high …
“What are you hiding from me?”
I just don’t care
who you follow
the stuff that you say
and what you think
that you know
I’ve driven
the traffic hectic
from way down below
And I’ve heard
the gentle whisper
that roared
through my very soul
Junk in school
Junk on the street
Junk is lurking
every place
that people meet
There’s nowhere safe
Can you stand the heat?
Best be cool
and fast on your feet
Junk that cheats
and is hard to beat
