MUNCH

Ah ah, eggs, bacon, tomatoes – fried or grilled!

The taste is exceptionally delicious, sausages,

fried mushrooms, ham, bread – fried or toast

this will appear on your British table come morning

and believe me it’s a sight to write about

these things are usually served with a mug of tea

they make our day and keep us till noon for lunch.

You may want instead coffee black and strong.

IT’S LIKE

A long jail sentence does not bring back
life taken for no reason.
60 years is no penance
for dreams terminated in its prime.

Like hot pepper washed down with a glass of coke
like a glass of hot water flavoured with paprika and chilli
like the colour red left too long in the african sun

Like loud rock and roll music at a country funeral
like an out of tune piano on a sappy sunday morning
like a stormy night thunder when your partner is out drinking

Like a wounded lion in the cave of a pack of hyenas
like a bull seeing red across the fence
like the cry of a man locked in a dark cage

Like burning cake in an empty house.
like the favourite meal of a murdered child to his mother
like a dirty toilet to the eyes of a full bladder
like the perfume of a cheating lover to a broken heart

like broken glass beneath a bended knee
like thorns hidden in a lover’s roses
like eyelash and sand in your eyes
like a six feet tall man with a red eye
like a house mate with a long knife

like a rough wall in a narrow path
like a bumpy road to a cementary
like an empty house with a mad mate.

A long sentence does not bring back
life taken for no reason.
60 years is no penance
for dreams terminated in its prime.