Mother spoke to me today
She said she didn’t like the my life sounds
I hear the wrong anthems
I whistle erroneously
I cry in my sleep
And wet the bed in another lifetime.
For maybe I will be reborn for the wrongs the three did her
Father, Brother and Teacher
Some replacements they turned out to be
Leaving me alone waiting for Royalties.
Sweets time has gone
So has the broken bag of Maltesers the shop keeper made me pay for
Appreciating the commercial nature of things
Reality spinning after the contentment The Sex Pistols bring.
That was some 1970s to listen to
Far thoughtful
Most admiring
Completely admitting
Definitely maybe.
Then she said she sat by the radio in the 1980s
Listening to the seeds of the future for her sons
Why couldn’t we do that & have some benefit on earth instead?
Instead of the grievance and tragedies of a book that Kali has well read.
Something moves on and the energy changes
Men face my E-Mail account and flick through their business pages.
In the end the i-Phone will absorb them and all they have to say
When they live for infinity with the #QuotedJesus and all they (and ‘him’) had to say
Wild Stage 