That which remains to be seen

A short observational piece to start 2015, based on a word seen from the bus, so it's found poetry in a way - more works-in-progress coming soon...

Phantom

A threadbare wine-red curtain,
rail hung inexplicably low
crosses the window,
leaves a square of glass where
a fingertip has written
‘STRADIVARIUS’ backwards
in condensation,
skin-greasepainted letters persist.

On the Wall

Short and abstract, inspired by graffiti new and old...

On the wall

Desire, come test me,
Some of the best things in life come in pairs.
Rob Bob Jim Roll-up 4 Killa.

Forward ever backward never,
Resistance is my gift to the oppressor.
Rob Bob Jim Roll-up 4 Killa.

Bamboo panda, man moth query,
Sorry about your wall.
Rob Bob Jim Roll-up 4 Killa.

An innocent bystander with a knife
Gets killed by a random fool.
Rob Bob Jim Roll-up 4 Killa.

Signs of the times

Dim-witted adverts, pointless labels, nannying imperatives - they're all around us, best ignore them...

Signs of the times

‘Delays possible’ – are there places where they’re not?
‘No user-serviceable parts inside’ – you’ll find that is a lie,
‘For your safety and security…’ – somehow I think it’s not,
‘Trespassers will be prosecuted’ – how, when it’s not a crime?

‘Only in cinemas’ – where else would new films be?
‘Architect-designed’ – can a house be otherwise?
‘Less than 5% fat’ – d’uh, it’s sugar so it would be,
‘Extreme – for MEN’ – oh, like when a tissue is ‘man-size’?

‘May contain nuts’ – well, yes that’s why I bought it,
‘No unauthorised access’ – I’ll make that choice, thank you,
‘Stop at red light’ – well who would have thought it?
Despite all of the above, I still know how to queue.