One swallow made my Summer nervous
this much can be construed
for challenges must be digested
to stem unfavourable tides
damning a nation which,
effectively stole our pride
in a Summer without rain
trees struggle with few leaves
yet the needles feel sharpest
through this pain, a Cypress stands strongest!

So, it all fits together now...
David Beckham, I remember, once sported a t-shirt adorning 'The Cult' just before joining Real Madrid, and now, upon replaying The Cult's, "Sonic Temple" discover the link...Billy Duffy, there in the middle...the expression, eyebrow, it's David, it's him!!!!

Thursday's heart stumbles athwart
midday strikes for afterlife
whitening visions now athrob
avocado lines, straight to the point
the intimate expanse of unconsciousness
left-to-right or straight ahead
motionless with everywhere to go
sound is vision, yet silence prevails
nothing truly heard or seen
enters this battle so serene.

(Thursday, late morning, early afternoon.)

Enclosure - but for who?
regulation and restriction
baffling administration
destroying places I once knew

Loyalty damned by the faceless
humility overrun by greed
drowned by a flood of selfishness
-a political beast so graceless

Those impertinent boundaries
pierce our soul so true
but nature's heart has wings
and pure spirit with blessings

Such hypocrisy is theirs to keep
as taxes paid offer no relief
just an ever-widening gap
in losing precious freedom to governmental crap.

A man dies and goes to hell. He discovers that there are different hells for each country. First he goes to the German Hell and asks what they do there.
" First, they put you in an electric chair for an hour. Then they lay you on a bed of nails for an hour. Then the German Devil comes in and whips you for
the rest of the day."
He doesn't like this so he moves on. He goes to the U.S. hell, the Canadian Hell, and the U.K. Hell, and discovers that they are all the same. Finally, he comes across a very long line of people waiting to get in and asks, " Which Hell is this?"
Someone tells him, "Oh, This is the Guyana's Hell"
"What do they do in here?" He asks.
"Well, first they put you
in an electric chair for an hour, then they lay you on a bed of nails for an hour, then the Guyanese Devil comes in and whips you for the rest of the day!" "But that is just like all the other Hells," The man said," Why is the line so long?"
"Because in Guyana's Hell, the electricity is always off, the electric chair is broken, someone stole all the nails, and the Guyanese Devil is a public servant, so he comes in, punches his time card then goes to the Rum Shop and play dominoes all day!"