When did the wheels of the world come off?
When a picturesque valley wasn't enough.
Was it 7 down cider heartbroken teen
Stumbling on from childhood green
Or failed collective action against a war,
No amount of death to settle any score
Shareholder dividends melting ice caps
while the masses continue to feed off scraps
When did the wheels come off?
Or have they been since day dot.
And they parted but sent receipts, painful threads in which they'd compete - made photos public of duty free, air miles, blonde beaches, olive skin, teeth white laser grins, the kids cosy with the new partner to really stick the knife in.
And on the beaches with the palm trees and the factor 50 sun they still weren't as far apart as they'd become.
I've had my additives and cursed the day, I've wandered again to my wantaway - Summer, another town , anonymity, unemployment, none are far fetched but miles away
I'm up to my eyeballs with the hard stuff
losing folks, losing trust
asking what got the better of us?
Settling in to a series of goodbyes
like a western on a wet afternoon.
and now and then I buckle at the knees,
I long for the old guard, trip in a heartbeat.
I see my youthful pedestal from the ground, which lies next to yours
The social norms, the politeness, the ettiquette, leaving us in the past,
playground.
The night bus
under tangerine halogens
every face tired and stressed
the bus has us compressed
spiralised in the eyes
until it's home time.
And I can tell everyone here
has a level of debt
to ensure
they'll do it all again
tomorrow.
So, are you ready to let go, to retire
to anonymity...?
To stop being a child of the past
To raise deafness to old times
When you do this...
you will feel cerebral and numb
And there'll no longer be a place
on a pedestal for anyone
But you can start to enjoy today.
I mourned her exit
I learnt I'd hear nothing
but radio silence.
I knew the lights were up
on the fixed eyed dance.
I'd have to learn a different stance.
Life is boom or bust
for who is quickest to adjust,
at saying goodbye.