Pencil Box of Dreams

Sometimes Life can be cruel

So I write about it on my pencil box of dreams

And then it seems a little better

And then it doesn’t seem quite as bad.

I lie in a darkened bed-room

Trying not to let the stars burn my skin.

And then it feels a little bit colder

But I don’t really mind feeling cold.

I am practically alone light years from Earth

On a spaceship that looks like a house.

She is asleep, in hibernation

Awaiting our arrival on some far off world.

Maybe for a thousand years or more

She will lie in stasis never to awake

As I check upon all the instruments

Making sure that everything goes well.

Oh longest night,

That’s ever been,

Come to an end,

Let day dawn on our Eden.

Some unknown star

Rising on a planet blue

Breath life into

Humanity’s sarcophagus.

OPTIMUS PRIME AND THE DEFENDERS OF MONOTONY

Optimus Prime sat in his high chair
Megatron coming up the stair
Brought him a cup of tea
He thought oh deary me
I've gone forgot the milk.Prime says 'Tron not to worry
Without milk it wont go cold in a hurry
So don't get in a tizzy old buddy
I'll run out to the shop.

Delighted by his friend's suggestion
Tron did a Marcel Marceau impression
and Prime fell off his chair laughing.

Oh darn I lost a nut or a bolt,
In walks the boss; they straighten up with a jolt.

Lament for the baby Daleks

The poor wee baby Daleks
Have all been painted red.
None of them are moving,
I think they might be dead.
All have the word LIBRARY
Emblazoned on the side
To add insult to injury
After they had died.I see a woman in high heels,
Standing on one’s head.
Triumphantly a hand goes up
To mock the enemy’s dead.
Alas, this one’s a Trojan horse,
It wobbles, side to side.
The woman falls upon her back
I sense a turning tide.