THE DEAD AND THE DYING

The heavy decrepit bodies of the great and not so, mingled with their offsprings, children too young to realise that this too would be their fate. Pathetic men way past their glory days paraded pretending that they still had it, while bored defeated women looked on knowing they didn’t.

It was another day at the enclosed perfectly temperatured salt baths. The warmth was comforting to the skin and the soul and made old bones and muscles feel rejuvenated. The inhabitants floated safe in this maternal womb away from the business deals that no longer mattered in a world that no longer cared and was on its last legs. Some old guys studied the racing form while younger middle-aged men preferred the stock market. Some gambled with their own money while others ventured with what they had married into, or had inherited. All in all there’d be few winners that day. There were no more lucky numbers to be had, or surprise gold and mineral funds in a world that had been looted, raped and gang banged so many times there was nothing left. Certainly not energy for outrage. Only resentment from natives who had been trampled under foot and squashed by the invaders who destroyed paradise without ever having taken the time to truly look around and realise the greatest wealth was above the ground. But like rats they burrowed lower and lower into darkness desperate for any shiny morsel of opportunity. Never thinking any further ahead than that.

We had destroyed the world without realising that such an abomination also destroyed ourselves. What we project outwards also implodes us. Given time.

I stood in the warm salt water as the floating bodies of the dead and the dying circled me.

(C) Frank Howson 2019

Sketch by Frank Howson.

YOU CAN’T MAKE A WOMAN LOVE YOU

You can climb a mountain
You can swim the Nile
You can cap your teeth
For a perfect smile
You can race a car
You can kick a goal
You can gain the world
And lose your soul
But you can’t
You can’t make a woman love you
No you can’t
You can’t make a woman love you

You can be a mystic
You can read a palm
You can catch a fish
Own a cattle farm
You can throw a punch
And become the champ
You can beat ’em all
Or lick a stamp
But you can’t
You can’t make a woman love you
No you can’t
You can’t make a woman love you

You can quote Shakespeare
To impress yourself
Control the markets
Increase your wealth
Buy a Lamborghini
In your favourite shade of blue
But you can’t turn back the tide
Or make a woman love you

You can build an empire
You can dig your grave
You can buy some pearls
For a live-in slave
You can see a shrink
You can shed a tear
You can play the fool
Again this year
But you can’t
You can’t make a woman love you
No you can’t
You can’t make a woman love you

(c) 2013 Frank Howson