Coins, coins, coins are just
Little shiny circles with numbers on them
Different colours and weights and
Pictures on them
Trying their best not to look smug
How these little bits of metal
When put together
In suitable arrangements
Can buy everything but love
And sometimes even that
If you're in the wrong place at the right time!
I found a dollar coin down the back of my lounge
One sunday afternoon when I was cleaning
I put it the cup that houses all my loose change
When the cup is full I will go to the bank
and exchange the coins for some notes
The dollar that I found will be part of something bigger now
But only when I buy a new tv or stereo or IPod...
Will that dollar have realised its destiny!
Thursday, September 17, 2009
The restless cat doesn’t know if it’s the itch of mold in the air
The sound of cockroaches scuttling across the cold floor
Or the winter that chills both
and the day
like an accusatory stare
That causes his hair to stand up straight like it does.
But the fact that his hair stands up at all tells him he should leave
For at least a little while.
And although he will most probably end up somewhere
S t r a n g e r .
He feels like a change and has, unfortunately for anyone who thinks they own him, never been domesticated....