‘Green-Sky Thinking’
I’ve been doing some thinking;
some green-sky thinking;
thinking,
wondering what it would be like
if the sky was green;
“What do you mean, ‘the sky, green?”
Well, it’s normally blue, or cloudy white
or fifty-one shades of grey –
sometimes with a pinkish hue
seen on a particularly fine day.
I’ve been thinking,
thinking about what it would mean
if the sky turned green;
not with an invasion of little green beings
from Mars,
not that sort of thinking;
nor by the reflection of the grass;
but, by the toxic waste fumes –
that sort of thing.
I’ve been thinking,
green-sky thinking,
about what it would be like
if we had a green sky,
and, by and by, I think
‘my, oh my!’,
or phrases slightly stronger than that,
which can’t be spoken
in genteel, polite society.
I’ve been thinking,
green-sky thinking,
because I’m that sort of guy;
thinking about green skies;
I’m not that wise,
you can tell when you look into my eyes;
after you have asked me a question
and it’s not just indigestion,
it’s confusion,
there’s no delusion
that this planet is heading towards a green sky…
… and then it will die.