We follow and are followed

Another day of grey rain is tracking tears down the window. I suppose it is in its nature to bring about a strange strain of self reflection.

To each a multitude of messiahs

Our disciples cloaked in silk and rags

Hungry for glimpses of some ignoble life

Starving for the scraps of slander

We follow and are followed

A fragile veneer of sepia filters

Cover the momentary mundane

Superb realism in the unreality

Truths built on a multitude of lies

We follow and are followed

We’re going on holiday – eventually

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When it comes to going on holiday

I like to get there faster

I want to leave at 3 am

5, if there’s a disaster

My family doesn’t give a hoot

They’ll sleep in until 10

As long as they get there

They don’t really care about when

I need to pack the night before

And have a list to help me

They’ll pack as we walk out the door

Because we’re a normal family

I need to be on the road

The sooner is the better

But they have to go to the store

And maybe write a letter

The car is packed and ready

But the tyre is pancake flat

So we wait a little longer

While Dad takes of that

When finally we hit the street

And drive a little way

Something’s got forgotten

So, we have to start again