SPRING IN THE ALLY

Here amongsts the dustbins of history where I count my life by the number of sofas I have owned or should I say rented.

or even composted.

The cafe has been busy with the yearly viewing of the forsythia.

sponsered by the sponser

anyone following the story will know what that means

and if you dont, a little trip back down the alley may be needed here, so that you know who the characters are in the never ending story.

Golden tool fairy is on his way to warmer climes,

fed up with being useful and attempting to mend the unmendable

he has decided to do something useless like the rest of us

the shaman only time can tell and as it so clouds the issue

we may never know.

But the waiting room is full with a queue outside

who dont know they are there so dont seem interested

in the facilities.

Alladin and the empress of all the russias

being ecologically minded

CAME BY BUS

as does the SHAMAN

bringing the riches of the world outside the alley

and so we await

the dancing girls still spining and twirling their tales

casting spells

chatting and creating new worlds

with their words

Mistresses of chaos and confusion

in the territory of the when.