Infomercial

Saturday mornings there are lots of these;

 

Infomercial

 

Look at us all happy and fit

Our lives are perfect in every bit

Twisted and transformed

We’re specimens conformed

To the formula of success

That’s driven by excess

 

 

Smiling so ridiculous

Standing perpendiculous

On the greatest invention ever

Designed by a team of scientists

(If not enlightened, at least clever)

 

And hear the man or woman say

What can be accomplished

In just minutes a day

Look at them, lean and hard

hoisted on their own petard.

 

‘And If you act now

It is my onus

To offer up a one-time bonus

Five easy payments, turns to four

And that’s not all

There’s so much more

There’s also this full-colour booklet

About a miracle diet

Keep it as our gift to you’

(That ought to keep you quiet)

 

Soon I’m Tarzan

Soon you’re Jane

Made of steel

And without pain

Proudly down the beach you strut

Showing off your sculpted butt

Monogrammed with our initial

And yeah, we know it’s superficial…

But we will make just restitution;

And appoint you as this sector’s agent

In charge of distribution!

Dog Days of Summer

Those who know me personally know that until the end of summer, I am extremely busy at work.  As a result my urge to create suffers.

Fortunately, yet ironically, the arrival of fall signals the end of a long and rather tedious period and a rebirth of my personal energy.

Ironic, since most people are inspired by summer days, whereas my time to florish is in those darker and longer nights…

here is something I performed last year about this irony… the words are posted below;

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=chdWAIMIzto

Time’s at hand, my dearest friend

Eventually good things must end

Like shimmering leaves in summers day

now shriveled, brown, and blown away

asking is that all there is,

with skies so grey

so rinsed away

 of colour and of contrast

once brightly dyed but fading fast,

so very far from fashion.,

And  love in song,

A long time gone

to warmer lands its flown

leaving melody to sit alone

abandoned and forgotten.

Take heart

Take heart

A paradox lies in these downward slides

to frozen depths, they coincide,

with my delivery

 from slavery,.

Set free

For  I shine  bright

in longer nights,

When  shivering trees

Brought to their knees

lament that cold north wind.

I spread awakened poet-wings

Offered alike to fools or kings

So happy that my spirits lifted

And that the sands have finally shifted

And since my time is now at hand

This; ‘when the sun gets down’.

The ‘far south of the equator’ sound

Will make us dance, and make us laugh

Wholeheartedly and not by half

For me, I’ll be your liberator

Your seasonal affective savior

Only please, next spring return the favor.