Last Day of September

The dew on the seat of the rusty

winther bmx type pre mountain bike,

like perspiration, in morning decision

to bus or to walk, and prior to this

earth shattering debate, the Doctors

review the case of the girl with fake

kidney stone, the news commentators

discuss the doping of a guy on a bike

the Russian Earl Grey in a cup stews

while the oats and a solitary banana

are consumed, if this happened else

where, then that would be a billion

bananas, quite mind blowing, poetry

is on my mind today, as rushing

to unfurl my say, I think of Marvell

and a dialogue, who is my muse?

Then the publication of the shite

by the editor of the Jutland Post

Flemming Rose, blooms into Hate

Would I love to invent by hand

a form of Tort, that would stretch

the law, to encompass this asshole

and his gardener, to have them

pay for insult, and for their narrow

minded view, I think of this on the bus,

As I watch the familiar scenery

of people waiting at the stop, of people

placing their bags in the seats empty

of friendship, intolerant of stranger

sitting next to their body and person

the space, a plot, a property bought

by a ticket, inconsideration for others,

I move mine, and bulldoze a barrier

of intent to select the friend or foe,

I walk a quick, from the bus stop

making for the haven of university

along two fields bisected by the road

where hooded crows, rooks and jackdaws

breakfast on the once green now mud

as out of some craven necessity

they are expanding like Ikea into nature

building research centres of excellence

and suffocating as they bulldoze a layer

of life lent to us by millions of years

of evolution, for surely that is of value

the worm, the grass, even the nematode,

I walk by the pond and I glance a plop

it is crystal clear, as the small fish there

does a flip of existence, unlike the carp

now gone from the King garden's pond

where the coke bottle floats with debris

of another night out on the town, or contempt

for the living, as if the moorhen or mallard

were part of a shoot and kill game on internet.