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.