Winterblown

   The damp air

    Thick and

   Moist

   Cover your

   Eyelids

   While Morns'

    Daughter

    Traipses down

   The dirt track

   Dew droplets

  On wild desert flowers

  Yellow Orange

  White and Violets

  Catch the T morning

 Unnoticed

 As if not to

Ignore but

Wait for some

Warmth from

An early sunshine

Denied by the

Cirrus floss that

Envelop

And the whole

World goes about

Turning tilting

But then

Axis cold as

Razor cracks the

Dawn rays

Now and then

Its  just about

Your Good

Morning so to

Speak

Wherefore

Whither

Will the turn

Of events

Unravel

Look

See

The birds in unison

Acroos through

The clouds

And the Wandering

Minstrel is

Winterblown














 






  

 

Flotsam

    It had to be

    Didnt you know

    The wind carried

    It

    And your Messenger
  
    Boys

   Thought that

    They Got

   It  All

   Whats the

   Fuss

   Where

   Please

   Get out of the

   Coccoon

   Get in

   Into the

   Abbatoir

   Look at

   Them

   Go see the

   Changing rooms

   Look at the

    Graffiti

    Pore over the

    Tomes

    Travel

    Try and

    Know

    There is

    A lot going

    On and you

   Fool

   Never saw it

   Coming with

    Those tilted

   Hats and

   Spiked hairdos

  Really were

  You that

   Hopeless

   The hinterland they

   Say and murmur

  And the grumblings

  Across the landmass

  Every one has

  Is

  Hungry Angry and

  Look out of your

  Con Plans

  Nothing is quite the

  Same

 Hear the

  Dishwater

  Blues

  The Sewrage Symphony

 And you

  Have to

  Not Act

  Let it Be

   Things can

   Look after

   Itself

   Do live out there

   Mingle

   There is A

    Tingle in the

    Air and

    Dont think

    Ever

    There is

    Too much

    And you can

     Only gape at

     The

      Flotsam





 

  

Flotsam

    It had to be

    Didnt you know

    The wind carried

    It

    And your Messenger
    
    Boys

   Thought that

    They Got

   It  All

   Whats the

   Fuss

   Where

   Please

   Get out of the

   Coccoon

   Get in

   Into the

   Abbatoir

   Look at

   Them

   Go see the

   Changing rooms

   Look at the

    Graffiti

    Pore over the

    Tomes

    Travel

    Try and

    Know

    There is

    A lot going

    On and you

   Fool

   Never saw it

   Coming with

    Those tilted

   Hats and

   Spiked hairdos

  Really were

  You that

   Hopeless

   The hinterland they

   Say and murmur

  And the grumblings

  Across the landmass

  Every one has

  Is

  Hungry Angry and

  Look out of your

  Con Plans

  Nothing is quite the

  Same

 Hear the

  Dishwater

  Blues

  The Sewrage Symphony

 And you

  Have to

  Not Act

  Let it Be

   Things can

   Look after

   Itself

   Do live out there

   Mingle

   There is A

    Tingle in the

    Air and

    Dont think

    Ever

    There is

    Too much

    And you can

     Only gape at

     The

      Flotsam





  

  

Predilections

     So is this it

     What about the

     Past

     Where did you

     Start wondering

     About this

    Fixation

    And then

   Why

   You wore a

   Different

   Mask

   Not quite

   Keep this

  Your Facade

  But Yesterday

  Laughs

 Provokes

 Where was that

 Halo

 The Servitude

Of

Clueless

Who thought

You were

It and

Now this

Countenance

Brimming with

Fervour and

Expectations

But the Mirror

Has a different

Take

A big laugh at

This Joke

Forget the

Years

Think of the

Moment

The Breathless

Pinnacle in

Which Life

Has been smiling

Fool

Dont waste

It

Your self has

Deserted

Let it come

Come back

Recover

From this

Fixation

This

Carried Away

Look

Strange are

These

Predilections


  

 

Faultlines

The Mirror Cracks

And salt water lillies

Swim the winter frost

And where is the

Annointment

Taking place

Of the Fairweather

Messiah

Look at that

See

The Unicorn

Come travel

Go rolling

Down the

Skyway My

Unpredicatable

One

Winter fumes

Snarls at the

Unfortunate

Undecided

Forgotten Ones

Nowhere

Somewhere

Anywhere

But does it

Have to

Be so hard

The Ice Water

Mansions of

The Indebted

Break and Form

In sub-zero

Temperatures

While Adventure

Junkies

Get their

Fair share of

Pumped Adreline

Welcome to

The Left Out

Washed Out

Frostbitten

Beings

Eyesores to the

The Nation

Rejects of the

Social Order

That reign in

Spoils of the

Big Party of

Middle Crass

Which way will the

Wind blow or

Will it be the

Great Deluge

And you can get away

In your suba suits

While the teeming

Billions have a

Slugfest celebrating

Apolacypse

And you

Conveniently avoid

Refuse to see the

Faultlines

Signpost

       Server to the Nation

       Whirlpools in the

       Head room

       There you are

       Caught in digital

       Treachery

       Inspired

      By the Arrivals

      And

     Departures

     The Pageants

    Dont surprise

   You

   Where is the

   Next Tableau

   Who is leading

   And this noise

   Envelopes

   Gut level

   Feelings

   Says

   The Gullible

    Have to

   Bear it all

  Irony smiles

  Was it a

   Missed Chance

   Or did

  The grasshoppers

  Suggest Otherwise

  Welcome to

  The Banquet

  Let us all

  Bless

 The Unblessed

 Baptism under

 Fire

 Harmony hits

 A wrong chord

 And your sour

 Face is not

That grim after all

You got iot all

Wrong

Cant you hear the

Rumblings the

Loud roar

Its coming

It had to

What did you

Think

That it will all

Even up

In the morn

Met the

Benefactor

His double asleep

Morning  rags

Hail the Ninth

Ruler of the

Unruly doing

Peace with

Awesome

Troublesome

Child f he

World who

Wanted

To gobble up

Black holes and

Quarks

Now my pretty

We all have to do

Our Bit to

Lessen the

Pain in the Rain

Come light a

Bonfire

Let us all

Sway to

The Beggars

Rhapsody

And try to

Unravel this

Conundrum

Look out for

The smoke

Signals

Can you

See it

On Lifes'

Terms and

Conditions

And get the

Hang of it

All

Know

The Signpost










 






 

 

    

Forebodings

  Looking out of the mind

 Where  shadow lines

 Play hooky to entice

Could it be

That there were no

Messages for the

Unfortunate

The Left out

Drop outs

Who throng the

The turnstiles

Wanting to make it

The Forsaken

Unblessed

Your Unholiness

Its cold out here

But then she came

In from the dark

Her loneliness the

Ruling Goddess of

Ruled

Presiding Diety

At the Sanctum

Sanctorum

Predicting

Cursing

Screaming

Vendetta not

In her mind

Her battered

Book of Chronicles

Of the Unwise

The Illiterate

Whose wisdom

Shines on

The Neon lights not

So bright yet not

Dull

And the Night

Queen circles

Around the

Testimonial Fire

Engulfing the

Miserable

The Lost and Lonely

The Night people

Watching the trucks

Whizz by

The Nations' Bonfire

Beckons

Every miserable citizen

Of the Sidewalks

The Landlords of

Misery wrapped in

The warmth of

Yesterdays

Newspapers

And Cardboard

Heroes

Not so warm and

The Howling Wind

Screams

Penury

Indebtedness

Celebrating

The Festival of

Ill Gotten Wealth

Split

Distributed

Devolved

Uptil the

Under belly

Of Pomp and

Gaiety

Dancers frolic

Sudden sounds

Reverberate

Dire Times

And your billboards

Shouting uncouthly

What is to be

And the Not so

Predictable

Avoidable

Circumstances

That paint tomorrows'

Happenings

And the Wedding

Of Greed and Avarice

Celebrating

Announcing

Dark

Forebodings




I

Whitherfore

   Looking gaping staring

   The gaze stays and wanders

  Time is running out

   Wear

  The freshly cut tears

   Your talisman

   Winter is here

   But no respite

   From the Heat and

   Dust

   Frenzy and

   Homelessness

   Your famous

    Green Fingers

   What do you

   Do with it

   Violets and

   Wild flowers

   All along the

   Dirt track

   Too much of

   Lifes' musings

  Tales turned

  Fables

  As the Discarded

  Distraught

  And Denied

 Gather around the

 Flames

 Of Yesterday

 And shake in

 Todays' Frost

  Bitten Soul

   The Wandering

   Minstrel is here

  To join the

  Everyday Warriors

  Waging wailing

  Wooing Hunger

  Looking forward to

 Some alms from

  Nowhere

  Could do with

  Some crumbs to

  Fight the Plague

  But the Minstrel

 Should leave

 Too much is

Happening

 And nothing is quite the

Same

The Flames of

Yesterlore crack

One last time

Looks up the night sky

And the not so

Early  morns' rays

Need to go

Whitherfore