Joe oh Joe

I loved your Simon poems

There were amazing

You see so far

I am aware of your journeys

This was a really special journey

I am writing this as I look out of my window

It is humid here having rained overnight

Grey weather always make me grey

I have thought of the many social problems

And how easy these would be to solve

If people were not cowards

In a way we need a new order

Constructed out of common sense

We need to clean our house

We badly need to clean our house

You will follow my thoughts

Fluid thoughts

Of the way things should have been

The number six bus has just knocked

A cyclist off of his bike

Even though he was cutting the bus up

It does not seem too serious

I do hope that the bus has not been damaged




Sonia x