down in the park where the machmen meet
the machine and play kill by numbers
down in the park with a friend called five
I was in a car crash or was it the war
but I never been quite the same
little white lies like I was there

 ...

from Down in the Park, a Foo Fighters cover of a Gary Numan song.

ode to a dead bug

O dead bug
You lie there
Dead.

Oh! in tranquil pose expired,
In forever drying paint mired,
You're stuck to the wall.

All warm-blooded mammals were a feast.
What silken flank did your appetite sate?
What green altar, what mysterious priest
Did you manage to infuriate?

Fair insect, beneath the fluorescent lamp, thou canst not leave
To anywhere; yet, do not grieve, for your hard chitinous exoskeleton
Cannot fade, and will ever be fair.

this is where I sit

 

and a close-up of mr. marley