Silenced
by this flow of words.

Go into that quiet space
and before the mirror
watch your face
alter with the winds that blow.

And if time is all we have
then grasp it
hold it tight
savour it
and
make it last

even as change changes
change, changes change
and chances appear

'see a penny
and
pick it up'

Lady Luck has little to do
but watch.

When you think that it's you going mad,
but then you wake up and realise
the whole country got there before you.

Now you're sane,
but you have to fit in with the lunatics,
shame,
but you can do it.

When your body starts shrinking
and you think that's it's linked in
to a Facebook post that you read
it's only
a media doctor who's just there
to **** with your head.

I've said it before and
I'll say it once more
Facebook is full of
misinformation.

This is not like it was in the sixties
except for politicians and
the ******
they're the same or almost.

And almost is what we've become
drying out under a digital sun,
hair bleached white
by the liquid emitting..
pitting our wits, or we would
if we had some,
attempting to gain some equilibrium
and
weighing the odds against a sieve full
of slogans.

It can't be all bad, though, can it?
I'm disappearing
into the foregone conclusion
and
what once was the clearing
is now no more,

it's a hypermarket where you drive up in
your car and forget it while the low
paid workforce then park it.

dark init?

You pay the bills
rub in the cream
take your pills
it's still Autumn
and you can't sleep.

nothing works the way it should
not even
a lucky rabbit's foot.

So
shut the windows
bolt the doors
stoke the fire
and wait,

but my hair's turning grey
while I'm waiting.

I Watch as the day untangles from the night, and there's a slight chance of rain. The radio squawks, so now I ask: is not watching and listening multitasking? if so then I bask in your applause,

can't find my socks
which rocks me to the core
I cry as I crawl around the bedroom floor
but eventually, I spot them
consequently,
got them
now wondering
what all the fuss was for.

Post insights are telling me
that the average age of my
page viewers
is well over a century.

Specsavers have saved me
and
I become the darling of the
elderly.

Another tea, Maud?