#39 of 100: The Spaceman
The first thing he did,
when he got off the ship
was float down to ground
and look back at the Earth.

So far away.
He thought to himself.
Then he remembered
why he had stopped.

Without too much thinking
he undid his fly.
The feeling of air
that rushed past his bits
was strangely pleasant.
He watched his wee
reach escape velocity
as it headed out to space
toward the blue-green globe.

Aaaaah, that's better he said
I wonder where it'll land.

#40 of 100: Primark
Who's next please?
A man hands over lacy things.
Blacks and pinks spill forth
as he smiles weakly and embarrassed.

Who's next please?
A hippy couple buying gloves.
Ignoring the questions raised up from the price.
They'd rather have warmer hands than clearer consciences.

Who's next please?
A young Mum buying baby clothes.
She can't afford expensive ones
and spends her meagre earnings on her child.

Who's next please?
A man who left his soul behind.
Forever stolen by our need for consumerism.
Weeping softly for what's lost.
He never knew the cost.
He never knew the cost.
Who's next please?