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Where do we look?

Can anything be truly described? Language is an approximate thing. Florid words, a simile or metaphor Alternatives struck from a Thesaurus ... To be a witness doesn't require requisition. Yet we are very wordy persons Where quantity and quality are licked.

The Ashes

A great day. No idea what to expect. Frightened of the size of the arena and the number of people in that narrow confined space. Explained me to the people meeting and greeting. They assured me if anything was needed only to ask. The Ashes. First time I've willingly gone amongst crowds and crowds. Got into the party atmosphere. Threw red wine all over the couple on the row in front of me when I took part in the "stand-up" chsnt spreading from the Western Terrace.

Feeling bleak.

Chaos Disorder Not belonging Towers pointing. Pavements brutalised Paper dropped reckless McDonald's mustard Fag ends, disproportionate. Splattered chewing gum Dust fallen on a Disregarded world Fires burning, Cigarettes harming Look at this? No lichen crawling Only hands scrawling. Pretend to sweep And polish the thoroughfares. Respect? Aretha Franklin... And I feel nothing but barren. Hopeless. But wasn't hope in Pandora's box? Pessimistic. I am a half empty person. But the GP says "don't let the bastards grind you down!" Throw me a buoy before I sink.

Thursday 22nd August.

Morning breath (I yawn) While a thought malingers On supper's recall. Another night's over, As coffee steams And crème creeps, Before the daily grind. On Infirmary Street, Facing eternity, Drudged with nonsensical pills. Observing footfalls On demented faces; Chasing fleeting ideas - So hastily departed! Seeking a future free of strife, Yet immersed in routes of Death, Marching to a predictably hollow beat; Untrue, Feet follow feet. Confused before a dreadful image Afraid at the total lack of control; Blinking back tears, All I ever do is join the line!

Wednesday 21st August.

I yearn to go. To flee. To become. And to stop waiting, waiting, waiting There is nothing to seek There is no way here The Way is a beacon And it's been put before my feet. When least expected And arrogantly clueless It was revealed to me The rest of life pales In to meaninglessness. Backwards and forwards, Shuttling, Without a lingering smile. There could never be an answer: Just more needless distractions. Then I glance outside the window And am drawn moth like to another Not known, never knowing I draw a blank expression As she scurries back Formless as the bus motions on. Protect a rose from our thorns Barbed creature! Snatching, Greedy palms, upward, And tearing love To replace with tears.