Bad Machinery by John Allison for August 26, 2021

Something tells me he’s in for a rough time.

It’s never easy to return to home.

He’s a kid. I’m surprised the police didn’t require his parents to pick him up.

First time I see a bus go ‘H I S S S S S S!’

Honey, I’m home.

Breathe deep the gathering gloom

Watch lights fade from every room

Bedsitter people look back and lament

Another day’s useless energy is spent

Impassioned lovers wrestle as one;

Lonely man cries for love and has none

New mother picks up and suckles her son

Senior citizens wish they were young

Cold-hearted orb that rules the night

Removes the colours from our sight

Red is grey is yellow white

But we decide which is right and which is an illusion

Another new page for the remaster.

Is that bus headed for Potter’s Yard?

His IrIsh socks wIll save hIm.

The un-perp walk.