There Be An Obstruction Where the Dopamine

Should Communicate Freely

 

 

     Aye we’ve been there before ‘our kid,’

all those wishes and dreams when young with

where and what we would do with skills -

   living amongst the concrete, where

the occasional body has you puzzled

all life;– ‘was it really suicide?’

 

     You kind of promise yourself

that one day you would escape the

  ignorance of how kettle’d we are,

    suddenly you’re out in the workplace

and looking for a mortgage to your own

green territory and,

     ‘I have the right,’ remember?

 

     But we don’t want to own our

own council house – portrayed on commercials

as if the average joe the average shirl -

   has not the imagination and goal

to reclaim his dwelling, her dwelling

       upon the countryside the travelling

           salesman could never sell linctus to???

 

     We are hopeful our dreams will one

day be achieved but,

   there is some kind of forced contract

to obey a convention ‘keen’ to persist

an insult upon the time we live,

     and we pay a contractualisation

         (as described) for;

       do not upset the apple cart that is no longer there.

 

     Apples could grow green or red

if the trees were allowed to remain upon

   HMP Britannia but,

      we import them as even if trees

  were still here, the yield is low on account

    of only two seasons;-

      cold grey, and warm grey!

 

            ‘(I wanted my life beyond a negation

     of education to be where the birds fly free

       and so too our astral body - in need

           to pay complement to the Ethereal Universe).’

 

                  “I never really got there!”

 

2.

 

     I was on the bus today,

the one three five that goes past

both mental health institution and

          prison,

       I noted not far away the Cemetery,

          they did teach us as children that

             the worlds your oyster, the sky the limit

                if you practise and work at your skills and gifts,

                   yet, when you become that finely tuned -

                     they then say that, you’re in servitude

                        and there the piece of greenery you wish for gone,

                          but the cemetery see,

                              it has a place of greenery just for you and so

                                 you don’t miss it;-

                                     ‘a piece of concrete to keep you company they call,

                                                                                  headstone???’

 

 

Michael J Waite 14th September 2024