Bleakness

BLEAKNESS

Bleak House –

never read it

But read the title –

A Bleak title indeed

 

Bleak future for mankind

All bottled-up with tight corkscrew

Pop goes the weasel or man blows his top

 

Hair is pulled out at the four

mop-tops Concert

 

Bleakness

 

Long-haired lover from Liverpool

Slides down the charts into oblivion

 

Another crow crows – a lark and a dove

But best of all please let their be love

 

Spray of lawn spray – wets us all – passing by

Laughter fills the air – we have

Got to get it together now

 

But there’s always another –

cup of cold coffee and a piece of cake

 

Sideburns – burnt off now – all gone

No more films – showing on –

The ancient screens of long ago

Bulldozed into – nothing in the air

 

Contaminating atmosphere

And blackening the sky

 

Your careless – my careless – indifference

But what can we do?

One man said: ‘what does it matter anyway?’

 

The world is well spun 360 degrees-times-many

Anyone dizzy? Life’s busy

– though

 

And you don’t have time today

To wile away the hours in strange pursuits

 

Pragmatists say it – like it is

 

Bleak? Bleak as ever when you meet.

 

The pessimist – the former undertaker

Who spun on his heels one day

And thought himself – as good as Fred Astaire

So he took up a new career on the dance floor

He was good at it too

He lost all his former bleakness

Set sail on a cruise ship and never returned

to the bleakness of his apartment

above the funeral parlour

 

He slipped on a tomato sandwich one day

And went overboard into the bleakness

of the ocean below – rescued from the deep

 

Went into deep depression – seemed

Everything was bleak

 

What about “have a bleak day”

Instead of “Have a good day”

 

You may be bleak

But I can see you take comfort in being unique

 

I’ve often said this

So I will not say it again

 

Is it hard to be original?

Not really – just don’t complain

 

Some think it’s a rat-race mess

All this bleakness drives you insane

 

They’ve named a new Row

Bleakness replacing Skid

 

You can see what I did

– there?

 

His final bleak outlook is this:

If I could give a forecast for your emotions

And point at the chart of your internal weather

Would I help you by predicting the rain and fog

of melancholy? –

Would it stop you from becoming a melancholic

Addicted to bleakness?