Dream Daddy

As I fall asleep I wonder about my daddy’s eyes.

Downstairs the TV thuds and dinner plates clatter. Poohy cabbage smells again. My teddy hot-water bottle keeps me warm and safe from the Lion who eats cold feet.

Would they be like mine? Would he know me if we met?

Perchance to paint

To Do

To do walls red or blue which warms the sun,
and gives the room a glow on grey days.
Buy the tin, change the tin or what?
Back to the charts and new tin
so lid off, dip brush in
Oh no the phone.
Oh I know...
Hmm, not
sure

Only the Rich are Poor

Once upon a time the Banks needed billions to keep alive because of the wicked poor.

The bad men who ran banks were sent home with only millions for comfort while companies died of money starvation.

Too poor to be wicked, too good to be rich, who bails me out?

Pays to take put insurance

rethink.

The tyrant with the blood of cities on his hands was dying. His monks told him Bliss awaited. Content he closed his eyes only to hear chants of rethink.

All those he had betrayed surrounded him in a great circle.


Bliss would come when he found someone who loved him.

The world renewed

return to normal


Survivors of the nuclear war woke up from aeons of stasis.

Seeing the renewed world some thought of what they could own or eat. Eyeing naked bodies others thought yummy or gosh. Anger remained strong but some grew indifferent. One knew best.

The Devil smiled at the return to normal

Love in the air

parent’s breathing love
sky full of whispers dancing
for children to pop

whose balloons

children smile easy
balloons wriggle and jiggle
parents secret joy