A quiet moment spent with you
a sanctuary far from view
they cannot see us hiding here
submerged in secrecy
they cannot see our imperfections
be critical of poor selections
taunt us with their recollections
of dealing with adversity
and how they think we should conduct our lives
advise that’s free
but never asked for once
by you or me

We stay concealed and watertight
outside their reach and line of sight
they cannot see us if we stay
behind our bolted gate
barely seen we stay protected
from all that we may be subjected
nothing stings we’re unaffected
if we don’t miscalculate
and if we stay within this quiet moment
not tempting fate
the danger that surrounds
will soon abate

But can we stay disguised forever
is it wise or even clever?
to show the world a vacant stare
an uncommitted pose
to leave without a single trace
no parting gift no saving grace
it’s surely better to embrace
the aftermath, the highs the lows
of walking forth into a thorny patch
and pluck a rose
and welcome all who aid
and who appose


My brown shoes fit me well
though it was a squeeze
they weren’t exactly my first choice
but I knew they’d approve
and so I knew they’d be pleased
and the colour won’t offend anybody
and they tell me they’re the latest trend
so I’ll be able to attend so many different gatherings
in my brown shoes.

I fixed the buckles fast
that’s just common sense
I was told that they would last a lifetime
and any unwanted lapses or incorrect use
they would certainly prevent
and with matching socks and tie
you can’t deny that I look the part
easy on the eye you might say
in my brown shoes

They support both arch and heel
obviously a prudent choice
with style and broad appeal
they told me I would always walk properly
and with perfect poise
and those who know what’s best
told me everyday is a test of character
if I wished to be like the rest
in my brown shoes


In this lunatic asylum
we take all we can get
we covet stuff and trinkets
and every item purchased
will avert our discontent
and strangers come and go like flies
they bring us cake and coffee
and a compromise

In this weird and desperate madhouse
escape is our crusade
from room fifteen to eighty one
we look for something much improved
but every room’s the same
so we make another strategy
to fill the blank horizon
then walk upon a beaten path
that gives no guarantee

In this lunatic asylum
we love our idle chatter
we loiter and pontificate
and tinker round the edges
of the things that really matter
and nothing said that should be heard
so no outdated slant
will be disturbed


We are green
you are green, I am green
we are submerged in green
we stay green always
we think we’re not but we are
we think we’re making progress, but we’re not
we think we’re clever, but we’re not
we think we make a difference, but we don’t
we look down on others because they are green
even though we ourselves are green
history proves it
we crawl around the earth
engaging in pointless activities
while expounding concocted beliefs
someone else made up for us
its pathetic
we worship the wrong gods
we honour the wrong deeds
we follow the wrong people
we think they have the answers
they don’t
they are green
like us

© garyleonardhammond 2019