Cat Lady

If god is a cat lady,
And we are all his cats,
Then firemen must be his kittens,
Coz in their cute trucks,
They’ve got him smitten,
They’re heroic,
They’re adorable,
They’re precious, furry,
Behelmetted sweetnesses.

Long Now

Time is our infinite resource…
We have to convert all progress out of times wealth,
Time is what we each get,
Time that can become almost all else,
If time be the difference,
Then waiting be my preference.

The Fall

The fake angel is made of stone,
All mouldy and greeny,
And easy to see,
The fake devil is also made of stone,
But perched oh so high,
Up in the skyline,
Of the two though,
I do know,
That there is more potential energy,
In the perched devil,
Which is out of sight,
But poised to strike,
With anger that frights,
And velocity that smites,
Than there is in the good but impotent,
Angelic knight.