Big Mac.

[Jerrybaldy]

Hand in hand with chewed down nails
We wade through pastures
Of cowslips in the shade
of the cooling towers,
Steaming rainless clouds,
To silent skies.
We kiss with sundried lips
Suspicious moles
Unquestioned.
Kicking around
In a polythene autumn fall.
The sun is setting
By segments,
An orange sliced by pylons.
I grab my phone to text you.
I love you like a Big Mac
Smiley face
Kiss kiss.

[Hawkman]

There is a strange inverted kind of synchronicity in the appearance of this poem. If Sting were the embodiment of negativity he would have written this instead of Fields of Gold :D the synchronicity comes from the fact that I've been listening to Fields of Gold today in order to learn how to play it. I'm going to spend some time now, seeing if I can sing this poem to the Sting melody. It might not fit ;)

Seriously though, there are parallels with Fields of Gold, but your dark side has a wicked sense of humour which seems to be winking at me between the words.

Live and be well - H

[Haunted]

Suspicious moles
Unquestioned.

You are too much Jer. That's why I love your stuff. You dont hold back.


polythene... I love you like a Big Mac... Mood-killing but immensely memorable.

*screwdriver*

[virtuoso]

The natural portents are nicely meshed with your moods. If you wanted to mesh one more sequence in line six, then you could say, "to our silent sighs". The poem strikes a nice balance between surrealism and reality. The surrealistic strain of nature galvanizes your tangible reactions. A nice poem that you have penned for us.