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... read and listen to what people think about the work they do.

Lorraine Ansell

One Small Step

Sense and sensibility are intuitively guiding me, holding both of my hands.

1908 – A Dark Austrian Fairy Tale. Or is it?

It is Vienna's golden age, Franz Joseph marks his diamond year.
The Great exhibition shrouds the underbelly,

Societal reboot

Things ain’t working right, but I guess I’ll just keep going.
Then the blue screen appears, always a near fatal warning.

20 years and lovin' it

It started, just over 20 years ago, one form and one meeting.
An hour I think it was.

TEA time

There is no "I" in team!
but there is TEA in team
so why don't you stop
and make us some tea?

Leaving

The drive to work is turning me looney.
Which is why I’m leaving the uni.

Emotion

It starts ...

All work is complete

All work is complete
Semi retired just now

To the top (reading 1)

I see them struggling to reach that place
And in their efforts they lose their face

Shabby Shite (reading 1)

How abstract this form of quaint expressionism.
Strange, this workstation viewed through a prism.

Man on train (reading 1)

Shiny suit, collar brown,
Sleeves rolled up, looking down,

The Jabbercock (reading 1)

Slipath follies and gogeth kooks, his hole weld thus defined.
As his high topery shreaks, zensith becomering hard to find.

The supefluous manager

Listen up people.
It's not rocket science.

2030

Probably the best office in the world ...

Tell you a Story

I'm going to tell you a story.
It's a story of my life.

The “Monte Carlo” Gamble

Computational algorithm or holiday destination.

The Amazing Shit Fairy

You are my amazing shit fairy.
Spraying problems with wild abandon.

The Hill

I've done my climbing, I’ve been to the summit.
No legends created, but been there and done it.

The Londoner’s Prayer

Old Father Thames, thou art clearly the boss
Please prove to me you actually give a t**s

The Moulsecoomb Miracle

‘Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the SU,

The Way of the World

This is the way of the world,
Cars lined up on grey tarmac under grey skies,

This Morning

As I walked this morning my worries died.
As I hit the Thames, I became inspired.

Train Fodder

The brash bloke in the carriage, loudly apologises with a snigger.

When does it stop?

Battered from every direction, surely not just me?
From text to tweet to update, why can’t they let me be?

Leaving do

A formal moment of release.
A complete moment of peace.

Life and work with Bi-polar

Part one: Life with Bi Polar
Others don’t know what it’s like being me,

Light at the end of the … bubble

Voices… distant, who gives a buck.
Silver tools crying, trying their luck.

Little steps turn into massive leaps

As you track your toddler across the floor,
His first ever steps naturally lead to more.

Locked in the building

Got locked in the building when she went to the loo.
Oh dear what should she do?

Losing a Friend

I lost my best friend many years ago!
Battle worn and weary he never let it show.

Man Armour

Nineteen Ten, off to war, uniforms, epilates are our current de-rigour.

Man of a certain age

Still powerfully built, but subject to aches,
Still he has just about got whatever it takes.

Man…tarah (reading 1)

Plutocracy of youth.
Duplicity of age.
Flagrancy of truth.

Missing and Inaction

Memories of how it used to work, now I am unclear.
Now I have more time, yet deadlines still draw near.

Sensory deprivation

It’s Monday morning, so plunge me in the tank again.
Goodbye to fun and reality, now switch on the inane.

Opportunty

As you walk out the door don’t look behind you.
That is the past, look ahead, see all that is new.

Passing Paper Judgement

I never went to university,
The words, by their absence,

Password

Your key to all desired access.
Unique to you, lose it, a mess.
It is critical to user satisfaction.

PhD (reading 2)

The birth of an idea so powerful and bright,
You know you are the only one who is right.

Picturesque

Neutrally coloured, average sized and painfully demure.
Face etched with lines drawn with a hard edged scale rule.

Puddle

That puddle has splashed me again.
It is a puddle that is unconnected to rain.

Room 201

Room on the top floor.
First door on your right.
Empty.
Empty, apart from 23 chairs.

Stockholm Syndrome

You didn’t take me,
I volunteered,
But you soon tied my hands with finance,

Storm Flower (reading 2)

This manmade calamity, we are tottering on the brink.
Failing, sliding, out of control, on a torturous ice rink.

Style (Reading one)

My management style is very outcomes based
To empower and to delegate so my team don’t feel chased

Taking the P out of Profit

Postulate power in pompous perspiring palms.
Preceding the pursuit of poisonous profit plans.

Ambition (1)

It’s a new dawn and I want to get off,
this train; rides a collision course with my state of mind,

And so it is (reading one)

You look at me, a thousand cogs whirl in your mind.
How old is he, what does he do, his face looks kind.

Caretakers

Who you going to call-CARETAKERS

Caring (1)

Its time to get up
Its time to have a wash
Its time to get dressed

Cauterised

I bleed and I am man.
Bone and blood I am.

Chronologically defined

Through eons, I have been defined, when did I ask?,

Common Lore of London

It only ever rains when you have not got an umbrella.

Conformist

We are natural born entrepreneurs radically stifled by process.
We are natural thinkers with corporate autism as our diagnosis.

Contagion

Traveling in a test Tube, a stop, start, petri dish.
Exposed to full frontal viral assault, more than I wish.

Corporate Action

Problems on Monday
Mission on Tuesday

Developed or Eroded

All these laughter and worry lines are facial crazy paving.

Diamond Shout

1895-Emotional Insanity
Munch’s insanely recognisable “Scream”

Dictate or another trait? (reading one)

Belligerence, fortitude, stubbornness and greed
Are these necessary traits for one to succeed?

Dynotrowel

Born in the brickolithic period and now a near extinct species,

Fit, Fou (F..k it, F..k you)

An incessant, repetitive whisper in my mind suggests
This imbecile doesn’t know what’s in his own interest.

Have I got Dementia?

I'd like to show my friend my room,
Where is my room?
Which number is it?

Hyenas

I do not want to look for Order anymore
Searching and sifting where only fragments lie

I can’t take it anymore

I can’t take the pressure no more, man,
I’m working all hours and taking the pills.
But, I can’t take it anymore, man.

In the middle of the night

In the middle of the night,
I’m awake in bed,
Loads of things spinning round my head.

Inevitable

My low expectation, my Sod's law, is your Occam’s Razor.

Intelligent design?

And now for the pseudoscientific.
The theory based, the non-specific.

Jazz hands

I now sadly represent a thoroughly unsupportable stand.

Juxtaposition

A new born in the arms of a grandparent.
New hope vested in something that’s spent.

Manager Manager

Manager, manager show us the way.
The business is showing clear signs of decay.

Just Administration

They’ve dropped the question.
“What do you do?”
I sigh inside.
“Let’s talk about you!”

Administrator

I am nothing.
I am nothing.
I sit.
I write.

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