Interference

Not on my wavelength. Very interesting.
The man in the electric suitcase.
It's a song?
But it comes across
as a Bill 'n Ben job.

In the sitting room:
Conflicting views.
Go and rearrange your face Jane.
Old folks dancing.
Ben's into astral projection.
Interference.


Capability Red             aprox' 1979

Have you ever written a love letter?

Have you ever written a love letter?
Not an e-mail, a text, or a tweet.
Are you still waiting for that love letter
which completely sweeps you off your feet?
Love letters from the heart, via the hand
and the pen, sealed by your lips with a kiss.
Sweeping her flat like waves across the sand
then, retreating with the love you both miss.
So, if reading old love lines brings on tears,
don't reminisce and let yourself be sad.
Indulge those blues in the love you once had,
love you both thought would only get better.
But, which has diminished over the years
and, now trickles into this love letter.


Capability Red             March 2019

For Those Who Were There

A first glimpse of Venus, or so we thought.
Then somebody said: "Hey, you know that's Mars!"
Forgetting lessons I was never taught,
as I stood with friends gazing at the stars.
Tell me: How many times has this red sky
haunted and threatened those cold, dark grey hills?
In Ortygia the sun said "goodbye"
for now, but depending on how she feels.
So, I wonder: Will I ever return?
And if I do, would it be to proclaim;
older and wiser, but never to learn
sunsets and sonnets are rarely the same.
Ending or beginning? Glimmer or glow?
Sunrise or sunset? We, will never know.


Capability Red       Feb 2019

Sore Throat Number Forty Four

I've got a sore throat.
Number forty four.
I've been counting them
and I've got one more.
It's coincided
with the Brexit vote.
Painful when I speak,
this sore throat.
It really hurts,
I'm losing my voice.
A bit like Brexit;
not much choice.
I'd like to argue
and say some more.
But, I've got a sore throat,
number forty four!


Capability Red            Jan 2019

What is going to happen next?

The watering can performs it's duty as you sleep.
Out of every dream drips a single tear
of happiness? Or, maybe fear.
And when that pool is overflowing
the garden surely grows.
The hanging basket knows.
But, do you know?
What is going to happen next?


Capability Red         aprox' 1974

Jeremy's Dilema

Jeremy has found a recipe for the perfect cake,
you don't need to be a trained chef to know how to bake.
He's got a kitchen, an oven, ingredients too
and, he's read plenty of books that advise you what to do.

Jeremy's friends are intrigued, they offer him advice.
But, they all say something different, he begins to think twice.
None of his friends are bakers, they all prefer take-away.
All that fuss and preparation, it's not worth it they say!

And what about the washing up? Who's going to do that?
Jeremy's optimism is beginning to fall flat.
He turns on the radio, sits back with a glass of red,
then, after contemplating; orders a pizza instead.

But, everyone's had enough of pizza. They want a change.
Jeremy's pulling his hair out, friends think he's acting strange.
What on earth do they want? Kosher? Kebab? or a curry?
Let them sort themselves out: They won't do that in a hurry!


Capability Red November 2018

Waiting

Waiting for the repair man to arrive,
waiting for the drugs to keep me alive.
In the meantime; someone's ovulating
waiting for results; anticipating.

Waiting for a bus, waiting for a train,
waiting outside and waiting in the rain,
waiting for a ride, contemplating;
waiting on the corner, I'm still waiting.

Waiting for an ambulance, waiting in pain,
waiting for a blue light, waiting in vain,
legs won't move, they're steadily inflating,
folk watch over me as I lay waiting.

Waiting to wake up. hallucinating,
the enemy is there, waiting, hating.
Gas masks on boys, don't delay by waiting
fumbling about like you're fornicating.

Waiting for a signal, waiting to advance,
waiting in a trench in the mud in France,
waiting for sunrise it's so frustrating.
In no mans land they're no longer waiting.

Waiting in the hospital for a scan,
in the waiting room waiting for a plan.
The rest of the world is procreating
looking at the clock as I'm still waiting.

Waiting for the day, waiting for the night,
waiting alone hoping it's all right.
Waiting for some news it's irritating,
waiting for an x ray, sitting waiting.

Waiting for some news, I'm waiting to hear,
waiting in a queue, I want to disappear.
Is it worth my while overstating
just how much time I seem to spend waiting?


Capability Red     October 2018