Chance Encounter

She came in breathless, restless, shaking

looking for something calming to take in

light of the heartless news he’d broken.

Miles from home and hard words spoken.

A cliché he’d taken, younger of course.

Probably blonde, probably divorced.

He wants to have and eat his cake.

To her, this is the island of heartbreak.

When we saw her she was in shock but soon she will be livid.

The bastard before he’d told her, had already spoken to the kids.

What can you say to a woman’s shell?

except; you have to keep walking when going through hell.

The Company (Part 1)

Once there was a company

that traded magic beans.

It co-opted people’s tragedies,

it monetarised their dreams.

Selling wishes granted,

with side conditions attached.

Agents of The Company

were everywhere dispatched.

Wielding shiny printed pamphlets

and wearing brittle little smiles.

They promised the world for a simple exchange-

just to keep your record on file.

The People were pleased with such offers of service.

The Agents worked ideas to bone.

Then came news their Benevolent Dictator

had given up his throne.

The Troll King, his replacement, quickly set about

installing Goblin minions and rationing magic given out.

To the enormous surprise of no one,

things began falling apart.

Without enough magic

wishes were only fulfilled in fits and starts.

The People began to get angry

and The Agents began to get scared

because when they asked for helpful smiles

they were rewarded with barbed teeth, bared.

Heady Goblin Henchmen

began to run amok

as The Agents fell into a state

of ongoing traumatic shock.

***

There is no happy ending here,

for the story is not yet done.

Be sure to check back in a little while

and find out how they’re all getting on...

Dear World

Look, we need to have a chat.

I’m getting a bit fed up

with dealing with the fall out

of your drama.

And it’s not only that,

my son keeps waking up

crying, calling my name out.

I’m trying to teach him about karma.

You see, he’s noticed (as have I)

that the bad guys keep winning.

Every time I leave the house

without him he cries.

I don’t want to raise a fearful child.

and his awareness is just beginning

but with news of more killings day in, day out

he’s convinced I’m going to die.

Not helped when I say

“Well, one day, I will”

through desire to tell him the truth.

So he says “But not today?”

And I’m swept over ill

tempting fate to give me liar’s proof.

So look, World I’m asking

you to buck your ideas up.

I love to share in positives

and I’m sick of masking

cracked ideals in cover ups.

Show them you get back what you give.

Sincerely,

Georgia. Xxxx

Ugh, People.

“They didn’t get rid of you, then?”

They all said,

eyes glinting.

The gossip-beast slavering to be fed.

“Got rid of me? Hah! For what?”

I’d challenge

as another pen dropped

 from my wizened hinge.

Crippled with the clarity

of this vista of viciousness.

Why do people always want others to fail?

Is it modern gladiatorials

or voyeuristic grotesques?

Or just jealousy,

that most verdant of vices?

Is it easier to share joyful memes virtually

than really share in meaningful joy?

I hope not.

Strange fruit goes to rehab in a heart-shaped box.

These are generational fables,

the martyred and the mocked.

Hype-hounded hysteria

When will we ever learn?

The ones that glow the brightest

are the fastest ones to burn.

I used to feel cosmically connected to Amy Winehouse. Now that the film of her life is coming out, my thoughts have turned to the ghoulish spectacle that was made of her life. I read this article on the Guardian website which states that this phenomena is worse among portrayals of women. I am not certain that it is, but it was definitely food for thought. 

What do you think? Do we hunger to watch people crash and burn?