The Failure Of Language, The Failure Of Life

Now we can't even say to ourselves
'Stop the world, I want to get off',
though in the world we live in
those words seem increasingly relevant. 

The world has stopped
but in 'the wrong way',
in the way we did not see coming. 

And we can still get off the world. 
But to do that we have to have the courage,
the guile for that singular and solitary act; suicide.

But we have the same chance to do that
as we have of mourning the dead and the dying.

 

Watchfully Yours

Given the choice
of being mindlessly cheerful
or watchfully depressed
I know which suits me best,
and proves me most right.

The latter......

Between Life And Death

nobody knows which way to turn,
particuarly when both make what we have
seem like masks that are fixed, and burn.

'Markets' and Marketing

are no more than us thinking
we have bent serendipity to our will.
The more willful we become
the more we delude ourselves.

Civilisation

is the thin veneer of hope
rendered ever thinner
by the unawareness
of life-style choice.