Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the kings horses and all the
kings men said;
Out of the manholes they crawl
to face another hopeless day.
Not rats or cockroaches,
but Romania's children.
'Adieu Kevin Smith'
Another old friend dead.
The bell-toll of mortality pealed
Suddenly there'll be silence.
It'll be inexplicable and eerie.
As though armegeddon
is but a hair's breath away.
I'm no soothsayer however,
I predicted it would happen
two decades ago.
In she'd arrive at the supermarket
car park in her convertable Mini Moke.
Micro-mini-skirted and no panties.
Knickers, to the more refined?
Goodbye is so final.
It ends everything, dismissing
all the goodness by tying it up
in a shabby parcel, and posting it
Stranger, whence come you?
From yonder place.
Why come you here?
To find a friend.
A giant eucalypt crashed to the
ground with an agonised groan.
The earth around it shook, then
settled. As I stood in awe of this