Through gates of grey I made my way
no bail on this redemption day.
And so I’m made to stand in line
and then to sit, and then to sign.
And reluctantly they invite me to dine
on a microwave meal with no appeal
more reluctantly I break the seal.
But before I’ve had the chance to eat
a faceless voice barks “on your feet”.
And bottom inspectors
like funeral directors
probe naked behinds with their metal detectors.
And as they sing and clichés swing
I’m dispatched as a package to the wing.
And at the top of the end of the stairs
I’m reunited with my dodgy chairs
My second bunk, my ancient isles
those funny little faces, those ancient smiles.
So thanks for the tea, the chips, the peas
the bravest jangling of your bloody keys.
And while you work I’ll take my ears
and ponder on life’s many ironies.
The most profound of all of these
being imprisoned by chimpanzees.
Alan 'Bear' Smith
I received the most touching compliment from a passer-by today who stopped me to tell me that seeing Bear "back on the Croft, where he belongs..." gave him goose-bumps - He used to share a room with Bear back at Jamaica Street hostel. Im unaware that any of my paintings have had that affect on anyone before...
So this one is for Bear and anyone who knew him. Thanks for the time you gave me Bear, your words live on.