I've only had
One dog
That was truly mine
He got euthanised
When I was seven
To me he was hardly alive
Me auld fellah
Brought him back
From Lambourne
When he laid the roads
A fat beagle type mungral
Clumsy
But his love fully exposed
My memories are hazy
He exists now
Only in a Polaroid
From Christmas morning
Leaning heavy on me
In my cowboy uniform.

My brow ridge itches
It throbs
And aches
I can feel my family
And all that it takes
To walk my way
Round the place
Where I live
Three hundred thousand
Years
It takes
To forgive
All the things
We did in that gap
Now facing forward
We should know the things that we lack.

When Steve McQueen
Bounced his *****
Off the wall
When Butch and Sundance
Defied time's
sweet  call
And then Bill Murray
Made sense of it all.

Now that we have
The papacy
Let us enjoy it
The need
Back then
There was no need
To alloy it
Like the poisoning
A century before
There was no chance
To ignore it
But it was business
As usual
Through the Pomp
Through the  ****
Too big to fail
Too fat to quit.

All this data swirling
running rings around
our fixed viewpoints

We cannot build a box
large enough to store
our misunderstanding

There will not be a day
when it all adds up not
one day it makes sense

Tony Noon