MAGIC CARPET RIDE
I have a magical council flat
it comes on state benefits
with a joy-stick
for matters of travel
and worth.
As I fly across
the world with my door
tightly fastened against crime
I wonder who will knock
when I land
on some distant shore?
Facing the wall
the 36 inch flat screen
I hit fire
and alarms ring, pull
back on the stick
and circle back homewards
another fiesta of colour joining me
on the way to the realty section
of the newspaper
for a new abode
with less ramshackle feelings
of tenuous hold on me and further
less flight time.
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Thoughts on this day of isolation….
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