MUSTANG

Born out of diverging needs and used in battle, American airframe and English Merlin engine creating a machine quite unlike any other. At home six miles above the earth protecting silver lumbering B-17s from murderous Nazi fighters, down on the deck filling the krauts full of lead, don’t tell me that never felt good!

Flying and rolling up into the blue, six fifty cals gunning Germans down, done there - move to the land of Nippon and chew up some Zeros and Oscars to show you’re a world beater, don’t fuck with the Mustang!

One war wasn’t enough, keep a few back for the next one to fight the reds over North Korea, chew up their Soviet Yaks like a prize fighter eating breakfast before his next bout. Mustang legend still alive in old men’s hearts and their grand kid’s minds, see one at an air show, "Don’t you know son, I used to fly one of them..."

LOST IN TIME

Have you ever noticed how loud silence is?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Like the world of men, all types.                                                                                                                                                                                                              Quiet, loud, thieves and murderers.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  All behaving the same under Nazi gunfire on an unknown battlefield.Their lives ended short, no memory of them.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           No children by them, now grandparents are dead in a foreign land.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    What did they fight for?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Die for?                                                                                                                                                                                         Rusting shrapnel in the sand,                                                                                                                                           misshapen bullets on ice,                                                                                                                                                        decaying explosive in greenery.                                                                                                                                                                                                                 History books don’t record the personal story.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Only lost young ghosts remember,                                                                                                                                        lost in time.

IN THE CLUB

From the outside looking in.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            I see you but you don’t see me.                                                                                                                                                                                                   I see you but you don’t see me.                                                                                                                                                                                                 From the outside looking in.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                I am a ghost,                                                                                                                                                                                                   am I a ghost?

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Why is it like this,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               no one goes out of their way to catch my eye?                                                                                                                     They don’t chat me up cos they don’t fancy me or ask me out on a date.                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Am I not special to them?                                                                                                                                                                                                                             It seems not,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                I’m always alone except for my bottles of beer.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  No solace where one hides,                                                                                                                                                                                                     lost from those who ignore him,                                                                                                                                                                                                                     hiding in a world of shadows.                                                                                                                                                                                            The nasty things in life are always there,                                                                                                                                                                                                         under the surface waiting to bite.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       My life is like a nightmare film without an end,                                                                                                                                                                                                  no heroine to save me.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        I become a black shape darker than a shadow,                                                                                                                                                                                                      not yet a spirit inhabiting that world and leaving the physical behind.                                                                                                                                                                                                            What am I?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Not quite a ghost but something in-between worlds,                                                                                                                                                                                                          totally unnoticed by the females in the club and on the street.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     So be it.