Somewhere
out there
beyond the grey
there is yellow
orange, gold,
or so I’m told…
A circle, a closed loop
a hoop, a disk, a ring
a very precious thing,
the most common non polygon,
metaphysically and righteously speaking
'Gone, Gone, Gone, Go-o-o-one…'
This ball of molten gas and fire,
I think it’s called a sun
yes a sun, a sun it is,
I know it’s there

cos I remember it…

Long, long ago
I lay on grass
grass undefiled
by rabbit poop or child
eyes closed, limbs stretched
I felt its heat
steal upon me,
hot kissed
brown skin
sweet delicious sin
sizzled and steamed
my juices streamed,
or did I dream?

This ghostly sphere haunts me,
flashes of spectral light
through gauzy cloud,
this cumulus nimbus limbo shroud.
The bar’s too high
the isobar’s too low,
the ultra-violet rays won’t flow
someone grab that spotty bow
and strangle Michael Fish!
‘Too much low pressure
pushing down on me,
it feels like Autumn
just sat right down for tea.
Feeling so freezing,
this Ozone
don’t need no cleaning.
Feeling so freezing,
my tits just eclipsed,
under pressure!’

That sun
I know it’s out there,
somewhere out there
watching me,
that Unidentified Fleeting Orb,
laughing at us all,
the damp smalls,
the bronchial chest,
the D deficient breast…

One day it will rise again
cos I’m a believer
oh yes, I’m a believer
and,
whilst others peg out clothes
or wash the car,
magnifying glass in hand
I shall burn down
their houses made of straw
grab myself a great chainsaw,
a bit of bic, a touch of veet,
perform an epilatory feat,
lay waste to privet, boundary bush
and then,
all glory to on high
strip naked
and give the neighbours
something to write home about!