Well, here we are then
or possibly not.
It’s a bit cramped in here
what with the radio active sample
and the bottle of poisoned gas
and me.
Sometimes when he’s not Observing
I fade to a cats’ home in Pimlico
Where they do sardines in herb and lemon sauce.
I’m always back in time for Observations.
On..off..on .. off sometimes I feel
like a traffic light in rush hour.
Notice he chose me for the experiment
and not Schrodingers Dog.
That would have put things back a hundred years.
1.
Isaac! Your lunch is ready.
Stop moping in that orchard !
Go and wash your hands !
Unheard unseen
the apple falls.
2.
It’s a message, Will,
from the Queen.
She likes the play
but could you make Hamlet
a bit more cheerful……
and alive at the end..
3.
“Adolf” is a good name, Mr Hitler
But I’m afraid your wife insists on
“Engelbert.”
Pigeons strut..strut..strut their stuff
on ruined feet,
chests pumped, nodding, searching
for sex and crumbs
pecking every pavement crack.
A child stamps her foot and they explode
whirring like shrapnel, head high
among the flinching crowd,
swing a circle round the sun..
touch down again…
strut..strut…strut…peck..
The Top Banana 